Текст (слова) песни: Flip f Ras Kass - Ain`t Nothin` Nice

Intro:
Nigga get yo hand outta my pocket nigga. Get yo hand outta my pocket.

Hook:
It ain`t nothin` nice (x8)

Ras Kass:
Son I`m skimming through the Billboard Top R&B album
Wondering what my outcome
Want the black triangle but I`m real with or without one
Cuase I`m a still sport wrinkled Armani jeans
Smokin` beedies to the pink string
On the microphone I`m like the moody Mic Corleone
With 36 zones
Big homies told me to be the man understand
If niggas is playin` hardball then why the fuck you throwin` underhand?
See only the small mind is small time
That`s the reason why that busta is still sellin` nicle sacks of ganja
You two bit hustla I`m the wrong brother like Clockers
Wouldn`t give you five cents to put cheese on a whopper
So see a niga dea a mere niga rea
Bea I`m rollin` iwth the Crowbar clea
Still wearin` my bathing suit like I was asshole naked
I fake it till you make it
I`ll take it nigga

Hook

Flip:
While most kids in school goin` through that whole child
Your pushin` rock on the block cause the spot we have found (Flip)
I make my doe
And I make sure I kept my game on tight
Layin` low in the day and serve that yay by moonlight
They outta sight when the roll by
I`m still in they Chuchs servin` clucks as they stroll by
Low key the smokeys know my name
Ain`t no slippin` when they trippin`
Cuase I done peep game
Now I have clout and they raided ran me out
I sold my last ounce then I bounce to my baby mamas house
Time to bail couldn`t spend no time in jail
Had to be out on them streets hurry up and make my sale
But now it`s on cause I`m grown and I`m still a G
But it`s cause I sell my crack ? in this industry
Remember me when you hustle runnin` right
Do or die other side Flip for life
Beeotch

Hook:
It ain`t nothin` nice
It ain`t nothin` nice
It ain`t nothin` nice my nigga
It ain`t nothin` nice sister
It ain`t nothin` nice
It ain`t nothin` nice
It ain`t nothin` nice
Get my hustle on
My nigga word is bond

Ras Kass:
Now it`s either give me the money give me the power
Or give me four twenty five an hour
What the fuck you think I`m gonna do?
To be honest wtih you I wanna get mine
Cause I know niggas that`s college graduates that`s broke askin` for dimes
And nickle sacks
Nigga give me back I`ll give you some
You wash my back I wash yours
I do rap tours while niggas be lookin` for the rapture
I don`t understand cause niggas gotta capture
Your own and keep your eyes on the prize
Cause Clinton is pimpin`
Nigga you might as well be tempin`
You wanna be eatin` jumbo shrimp and lobster?
I want two hundred thousand in the bank you wanna be the imposter mobster
Recognize like Sam Sneed
I got unborn twins to feed
So make the next man bleed
I just might cause ain`t nothin` right in my life
God hlep me it ain`t nothin` nice

Hook (x4)

From L.A. to N.Y., A.T.L. and back it ain`t nothin` nice. To all my niggas
and my bitches throw your motherfuckin` hands in the air. And keep `em there.
It`s a stick up. (It`s a stick up nigga.)

Hook (x4)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Flip f Ras Kass - Ain`t Nothin` Nice Intro: Nigga get yo hand outta my pocket nigga. Get yo hand outta my pocket. Hook: It ain`t nothin` nice (x8) Ras Kass: Son I`m skimming through the Billboard Top R&B album Wondering what my outcome Want the black triangle but I`m real with or without one Cuase I`m a still sport wrinkled Armani jeans Smokin` beedies to the pink string On the microphone I`m like the moody Mic Corleone With 36 zones Big homies told me to be the man understand If niggas is playin` hardball then why the fuck you throwin` underhand? See only the small mind is small time That`s the reason why that busta is still sellin` nicle sacks of ganja You two bit hustla I`m the wrong brother like Clockers Wouldn`t give you five cents to put cheese on a whopper So see a niga dea a mere niga rea Bea I`m rollin` iwth the Crowbar clea Still wearin` my bathing suit like I was asshole naked I fake it till you make it I`ll take it nigga Hook Flip: While most kids in school goin` through that whole child Your pushin` rock on the block cause the spot we have found (Flip) I make my doe And I make sure I kept my game on tight Layin` low in the day and serve that yay by moonlight They outta sight when the roll by I`m still in they Chuchs servin` clucks as they stroll by Low key the smokeys know my name Ain`t no slippin` when they trippin` Cuase I done peep game Now I have clout and they raided ran me out I sold my last ounce then I bounce to my baby mamas house Time to bail couldn`t spend no time in jail Had to be out on them streets hurry up and make my sale But now it`s on cause I`m grown and I`m still a G But it`s cause I sell my crack ? in this industry Remember me when you hustle runnin` right Do or die other side Flip for life Beeotch Hook: It ain`t nothin` nice It ain`t nothin` nice It ain`t nothin` nice my nigga It ain`t nothin` nice sister It ain`t nothin` nice It ain`t nothin` nice It ain`t nothin` nice Get my hustle on My nigga word is bond Ras Kass: Now it`s either give me the money give me the power Or give me four twenty five an hour What the fuck you think I`m gonna do? To be honest wtih you I wanna get mine Cause I know niggas that`s college graduates that`s broke askin` for dimes And nickle sacks Nigga give me back I`ll give you some You wash my back I wash yours I do rap tours while niggas be lookin` for the rapture I don`t understand cause niggas gotta capture Your own and keep your eyes on the prize Cause Clinton is pimpin` Nigga you might as well be tempin` You wanna be eatin` jumbo shrimp and lobster? I want two hundred thousand in the bank you wanna be the imposter mobster Recognize like Sam Sneed I got unborn twins to feed So make the next man bleed I just might cause ain`t nothin` right in my life God hlep me it ain`t nothin` nice Hook (x4) From L.A. to N.Y., A.T.L. and back it ain`t nothin` nice. To all my niggas and my bitches throw your motherfuckin` hands in the air. And keep `em there. It`s a stick up. (It`s a stick up nigga.) Hook (x4) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Ain`t Nothin` Nice: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/105/1/8010.html Все тексты песен: Flip f Ras Kass » Flip f Ras Kass - Ain`t Nothin` Nice Рекомендуем скачать: » Жанна Агузарова - Вернись в Сорренто » Жека - КОЛЕНЬКА » Жасмин - Запутала зря » Жасмин - Головоломка » Жасмин - Торопишься слишком (Radio Edit) » Жанна Агузарова - Цифры » Жасмин - Летний день » Жинжин - Снегом стать » Жанна Агузарова - Мужчины в этой жизни » Жанна Агузарова - Чтение в транспорте » Жанна Агузарова - Посвящение музыкантам » Жека - ПРОШЛОГОДНИЙ СНЕГ » Жинжин - Недолюбили » Жасмин - Не говори мне » Жасмин - Да! » Жаров Геннадий - Гармошка » Жека - ГОЛОЛЁД » Жека - НЕ ЗОВИ НАЗАД » Жасмин - Капля лета » Жека - ЛЕХА ШМЕЛЬ
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