It Ain't About You - Kurupt, Soopafly, Tray Deee

Dialtone*and dialing Soopafly*

«Yea»: Kurupt

«Ay: soopafly» S

«Yup»: K

«Ay: what’s, the name of that song that goes Dada-dada-da-da-da,

dadada-da-da», S

«It: ain’t about you «?K

«That's: the one you have it on «?S

«Yea»: K

«Oh: yea, that’s, tight» S

«You: like that «?K

«Yea»: Check

check check check check Microphone

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2, check check check check check Live

in the place to be Soopafly

comin, at ya I don’t stop and I don’t quit Comin

with that dogg pound gangsta s titYea

peep, game Check

I, break a n anusneck I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck I like to rock a show I’m

stackin c-notes It’s

soopafly mothafucka if you didn’t know Now

peep so sweet unique I doubt if you could top the peak Keep

em in check No sweat c backunt fist connected to cheek They

sleep Kick

em in they a wake** up uh, now Let

me take you on a journey block to block Show

you how to pack heat drop, and 6 4 hop Cut

it up chop, my, homie got it Tray, don’t stop Had

them b s*****dope fiending like I’m slangin them rocks Straight

from the L we don’t take no s titWe

off in the cut waitin for y’all n s****to trip We the last mothafuckas you want to f k**with When

you in close range you best to duck quick Or get smashed your last chance to forfeit Game

over I knock a n anusfrom drunk to sober I hope I don’t have to maneuver the choker If you wanna dance I do the polka Stickin

f k**b h***made Soop look like a switchblade Can

I ride in your car Girl?

I’ve gone too far Can

I smoke on your weed Nah?

that, ain’t what you need Can

I borrow a dollar No?

but, you can eat this d k**While

I smash my s titand I pop in my car Can

I give you my number Yea?

next, summer But

I’m hungry baby Sh me, too that’s, crazy So open up the door 'cause I’m ready to go Aight

then but, I ain’t got no money Ain’t

you treatin baby Hell?

no B

h***take another route you, ain’t even what this song’s about B

h***I'm, on a ride dip, and glidin through the hood Smokin

until the sun come out B

h***please Got

her speakin in Chinese They

like please Yea

just, pluck em off Mothafuck

all you hoes F

k**em all This

is nothing but true game This

stainless thing got stained The

b h***gobble the best She

won a contest for the best jaws in the west The

homie said «Watch, my head» But

instead I, got a 45 caliber lead spitta A n anusfeelin bitter Shitty

as some kitty litter Take

off got, a Adolf Hitler Center

of attraction Multiplications

then subtractions From

the blast then the smash and the cash and the credit The

b h***on my d k**I'm

like b h***forget, it Let

it loose b h***won't, you let it For

I???

get a bad b h***from Connecticut A typical hoe I’m

only in it for the blow The

b h***was only in it for the blow I gave her some blow then let her blow Then

she turned blue On the speed I grabbed the heater and then flew Can

I ride in your car B?

h***I'm gone too far Can

I smoke on your weed Nah?

this, ain’t what you need Can

I borrow a dollar Nah?

but, you can eat this d k**While

I dip in my s titand uh pop, my cop off Can

I give you my number Nah?

maybe, next summer But

I’m hungry baby Yea

me, too that’s, crazy So open up the door 'cause I’m ready to go Aight

but, uh I, ain’t got no money Ain’t

you treatin baby Hell?

no B

h***take another route you, ain’t even what this song is about I’m

on a ride dip, and glidin through the hood Smokin

until the sun come out Now

all salute the supreme general that got style And

watch how I rock and lock the block down Tightly

to fight me will cause disaster No chance to surpass the vocab I master As the sun rotate took, my guns off safe Been

a thug since 8 always, drug my weight I state the facts mothafuck, a platinum plaque Always

got my stack jackin off from havin a sack N

s****act as if they back is stiff and can’t put work in Shake

the turf then get to tuckin they shirts in But

I’ma stay bangin The

game that I’m claimin Gold

chain swangin While

the six trey hangin Back

bumpa Impact

the dumpa in the stash spot mash out Knock

it locked up with the a drop** Can

I ride in your car B?

h***I'm gone too far Can

I smoke on your weed Nah?

this, ain’t what you need Can

I borrow a dollar C?

Nah

but, you can eat this d k**While

I dip in my s titand uh pop, my cop off Can

I give you my number Get?

at me next summer But

I’m hungry baby Yea

me, too that’s, crazy So open up the door 'cause I’m ready to go Aight

but, I ain’t got no money Ain’t

you treatin baby Hell?

no B

h***take another route you, ain’t even what this song is about I’m

on a ride dip, and glidin through the hood Smokin

until the sun come out