It Ain't Nothin' (Explicit)
Cypress Hill, Demrick"It Ain't Nothin' (Explicit)" is a song by Cypress Hill, Demrick, released in 2010 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:49 long and contains 119 lines and 698 words.
Lyrics
0:00(歌手独白)
0:27I used to carry a glock
0:28On the waist line
0:29Man I don't waste time
0:30I'm strong on the bass line
0:32You'll never taste mine
0:33See me on the screen
0:34F**kers begging for face time
0:36Get your own tape
0:37But don't bother to chase mine
0:39I got a block
0:39Man we having a great time
0:41You couldn't fill the shoes
0:42Anytime that I lace mine
0:44Light up the stage
0:45For the homies we make shine
0:46Sick the dogs on you
0:47Get more by the k nine
0:49Homies on the yard never walk in the main line
0:52The manes find that they can never be in the game
0:54I'm letting off rounds
0:56Hitting blunts at the same time
0:57Pick a crew homie
0:58You a neon to save time
1:00B**ches like you always spitting the same rhymes
1:02We put you all to shame
1:03You never went through the same grind
1:05Put you in the bind the minute you came by
1:08So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain
1:10You wanna step up get your a** touched
1:13You wanna rap son get your a** buff
1:15Try to test us
1:16You's gonna get smashed up
1:18You wanna run wit the dogs
1:19Get your cash up
1:21Git it
1:22You gotta get your straps up
1:23Git it
1:24You gotta get your stash up
1:26Git it
1:27You gotta get amped up
1:29You wanna run wit the dogs
1:30Get your cash up
1:31I'm right here on the block
1:32When it's time to ride out
1:33You know what I'm all about
1:34Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down
1:37Me and my homies always holding the fort down
1:39Come up in our town and your pissing a fourth now
1:42Got four ounces and three bottle's of jack
1:45Two fifth's in the back
1:46And everyone I'm with's strapped
1:48What ever happens
1:49I'm chin checking and wrecking fools
1:50Try disrespecting me
1:52My Smith and Wesson is ending you
1:53And I ain't changed since back in the day
1:55Get your sh*t split quick if you get in my face
1:58You wanna run wit the dog
1:59Better stay in your place
2:01Cause your little a** name don't hold no weight
2:03And your little a** safe couldn't hold my cake
2:06Get your asks denied down the road I take
2:08And let me tell you one more thing before I skate
2:11If you a fake or a snake
2:13Imma send you to your grave
2:14You wanna step up get your a** touched
2:17You wanna rap son get your a** buff
2:19Try to test us
2:20You're gonna get smashed up
2:22You wanna run wit the dogs
2:23Get your cash up
2:24Git it
2:25You gotta get your straps up
2:27Git it
2:28You gotta get your stash up
2:30Git it
2:31You gotta get amped up
2:33You wanna run wit the dogs
2:34Get your cash up
2:36Rap
2:46I'm a first staff og from outta the gutter
2:49With a f**ked up demeanor for you punk mothaf**kas
2:51Get played like some dicks who try to start ruckas
2:54I'm a real gun busta so don't ever try to rush us
2:57Can't nobody touch us that don't leave on crutches
2:59Or worse
3:00Get a ride in a hurse with their bodies covered
3:02It's gunna be a cold summer
3:03As soon as the hilt drops
3:05All bullshit will stop
3:07A couple scums in the street
3:08We don't care what you bustas think
3:10It might sink in sometime
3:11But I won't blink
3:12We go against everything
3:14Smoke all the green
3:15Got the flow wrong
3:16Swing it aint nothing to me
3:18We put it down anywhere
3:19Like it's something to see
3:21So all you b**ches going rogue
3:22With your haters degree
3:23And when you wanna get loud son I'm ready to work
3:26Punks act up and you bound to get hurt
3:29You wanna step up get your a** touched
3:31You wanna rap son get your a** buff
3:34Try to test us
3:35You're gonna get smashed up
3:36You wanna run wit the dogs
3:38Get your cash up
3:39Git it
3:40You gotta get your straps up
3:42Git it
3:43You gotta get your stash up
3:44Git it
3:45You gotta get amped up
3:47You wanna run wit the dogs
3:49Get your cash up
(歌手独白) I used to carry a glock On the waist line Man I don't waste time I'm strong on the bass line You'll never taste mine See me on the screen F**kers begging for face time Get your own tape But don't bother to chase mine I got a block Man we having a great time You couldn't fill the shoes Anytime that I lace mine Light up the stage For the homies we make shine Sick the dogs on you Get more by the k nine Homies on the yard never walk in the main line The manes find that they can never be in the game I'm letting off rounds Hitting blunts at the same time Pick a crew homie You a neon to save time B**ches like you always spitting the same rhymes We put you all to shame You never went through the same grind Put you in the bind the minute you came by So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain You wanna step up get your a** touched You wanna rap son get your a** buff Try to test us You's gonna get smashed up You wanna run wit the dogs Get your cash up Git it You gotta get your straps up Git it You gotta get your stash up Git it You gotta get amped up You wanna run wit the dogs Get your cash up I'm right here on the block When it's time to ride out You know what I'm all about Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down Me and my homies always holding the fort down Come up in our town and your pissing a fourth now Got four ounces and three bottle's of jack Two fifth's in the back And everyone I'm with's strapped What ever happens I'm chin checking and wrecking fools Try disrespecting me My Smith and Wesson is ending you And I ain't changed since back in the day Get your sh*t split quick if you get in my face You wanna run wit the dog Better stay in your place Cause your little a** name don't hold no weight And your little a** safe couldn't hold my cake Get your asks denied down the road I take And let me tell you one more thing before I skate If you a fake or a snake Imma send you to your grave You wanna step up get your a** touched You wanna rap son get your a** buff Try to test us You're gonna get smashed up You wanna run wit the dogs Get your cash up Git it You gotta get your straps up Git it You gotta get your stash up Git it You gotta get amped up You wanna run wit the dogs Get your cash up Rap I'm a first staff og from outta the gutter With a f**ked up demeanor for you punk mothaf**kas Get played like some dicks who try to start ruckas I'm a real gun busta so don't ever try to rush us Can't nobody touch us that don't leave on crutches Or worse Get a ride in a hurse with their bodies covered It's gunna be a cold summer As soon as the hilt drops All bullshit will stop A couple scums in the street We don't care what you bustas think It might sink in sometime But I won't blink We go against everything Smoke all the green Got the flow wrong Swing it aint nothing to me We put it down anywhere Like it's something to see So all you b**ches going rogue With your haters degree And when you wanna get loud son I'm ready to work Punks act up and you bound to get hurt You wanna step up get your a** touched You wanna rap son get your a** buff Try to test us You're gonna get smashed up You wanna run wit the dogs Get your cash up Git it You gotta get your straps up Git it You gotta get your stash up Git it You gotta get amped up You wanna run wit the dogs Get your cash up
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