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Ain't No Thang
Lyricist:Andre Benjamin, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Antwan Patton, Rico Wade
Niggas in the point ain't changed Niggas in the point ain't changed
A nigga ready from the get go Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre Can yo punk ass come out to play? Say, 'Stick in your little hole then coward duck your head' You don't know who you be fuckin' with youse better off dead Is what I say, best run the other way In case of physical breakdown, y'all can break now My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp Make yourself exempt
Pussy footin' around don't be gettin' y'all nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die By gettin' blasted, how drastic They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do but naw I take that back, that's my problem Turnin' and walkin' away, this ain't gon' work when they be robbin' As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome Step up nigga, if you want some
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that ses in yo chest, it's the joint Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that ses in yo chest, it's the joint
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch I used to sell dope but in 1994 I'm makin' Southern playalistic Cadillac muzik But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin' About the days back when me Mammy had to work in kitchens She had me makin' better grades to make a better life
But I never had no love or respect 'cuz we gon' be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew 'cuz I gave a shit I carried guns and butcher knives 'cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah It was so hard to say 'Goodbye', I'm a man now I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now I call the wild because it's time to take the streets So if you ain't got the vertebrae, ya big enough nuts, retreat I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal Just an international playa, comin' through your stereo
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that ses in yo chest, it's the joint Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that ses in yo chest, it's the joint
3 5 7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead 'cause I'ma pro, kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com My nine be doin' fine Until these niggaz wants to clear me off my street But in my hood hood, they hollerin' ghetto Don't got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew On the concrete, remember when we ran deep
Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me One is in the air and one is the chamber Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin', I'm releasin' anger Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin' it one day At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way You can sway with Andre, I'll take it to the Ho-Jo, bitch Just let you know, yeah
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that ses in yo chest, it's the joint Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that ses in yo chest
It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin' No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac I got that nigga Dre, he ridin' shotgun and got my pump under my seat In case these yougstas wanna have some fun, I'd do it if I have to Bustin' caps with this a heat and load it clip up after clip I'm packin' my gage if I feel it, the glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters See I be bustin' caps like my amp be bustin' speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast ya? You 'posed to be quickest draw but man, I hail 'em faster
1 2 3, you need to think about the future Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead From my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early grave You fuckin' slave, you better try another way To take me out, is truly something difficult Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke I'm out of bullets lettin' loose my last clip I'ma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin' pistol whipped Yea that's how I do, you know that's how I do, you know that's how I do
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that ses in yo chest, it's the joint Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We's havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps, players, Mack daddies, East Point It's all about that ses in yo chest
Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherfuckin' Organized Noize, PA, Goodie MOBB, Big Gipp And all the niggaz around the East Point way College Park is really on the map We comin' around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped With the muthafuckin' guns and the motherfuckin' glocks Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop
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