You Ain't Really
Conrad Bradley
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(Man a whole lot of you rappers talk a whole lot of cap in your tracks) (Cut it out) You ain't really got no stick You ain't really got no ties You ain't really got no plug You ain't really bout this life You ain't really got that chop choppa cha You ain't really got that yop yoppa ya You ain't really got that fire You ain't really bout ya lies From here out you stuck wit me don't f*ck wit me The first person get rough wit me'll get buck 50d (Yeah) Bet I'm coming for that cream bitch (Yeah) I don't need no team bitch (Yeah) It's just me and me and me's bitch umpteen kids Still ball like golden state If KD left home for the throne then I guess I'm on the road cause this flows the golden gate And you know the boy float like the ocean waves Plus my tongue gets hot tryin hold my flames Bitch be cautious, I got soldier aim Hold that AR, till my shoulder ache Then I roll it up so I can smoke my pain ..novacaine Big black bag with no trash in it Gotta whole lotta green but no cabbage in it (Yeah) You ain't really got no stick You ain't really got no ties You ain't really got no plug You ain't really bout this life You ain't really got that chop choppa cha You ain't really got that yop yoppa ya You ain't really got that fire You ain't really bout ya lies You ain't really got no stick You ain't really got no ties You ain't really got no plug You ain't really bout this life You ain't really got that chop choppa cha You ain't really got that yop yoppa ya You ain't really got that fire You ain't really bout ya lies Everybody wanna be famous, take a look at these stars Then they realize that buzz only take em so far They hide from the light deep down in the dark Had to fight for this life take a look at all these scars Every little piece of ink is a page in this book full of time cuz Everybody got a dream full of winnin weed and diamonds I'm just trying get mine cause These dimes finer then wine cause I'm the star wit a bar on the tour bus So they rock wit a player now Git a flock full of groupies 2 more for the haters now Yeah they played me down but I came up Made a whole lotta money never changed up If you ever approach me on the thrown boy Even if I'm on my own boy I'm not alone boy Big black bag no trash in it Got a whole lotta green but no cabbage in it Little bit of white to keep Lindsey clappin Got her ratchet ass dancin with her ass on my ratchet If You ain't really no hands And you aint really got no pipe Boy ya better watch ya mouth You're playin round with ya life You ain't really got no stick You ain't really got no ties You ain't really got no plug You ain't really bout this life You ain't really got that chop choppa cha You ain't really got that yop yoppa ya You ain't really got that fire You ain't really bout ya lies You ain't really got no stick You ain't really got no ties You ain't really got no plug You ain't really bout this life You ain't really got that chop choppa cha You ain't really got that yop yoppa ya You ain't really got that fire You ain't really bout ya lies
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