It Ain’t Nothing Nice

[Intro]

Nigga, get yo' hand outta' my pocket

(Buuuurp)

Fuck all y'all

[Chorus]

It ain't nothin' nice

(It ain't nothing nice)

It ain't nothin' nice

(Nada, nada)

It ain't nothin' nice

(it ain't nothing nice)

It ain't nothin' nice

(It's only real)

It ain't nothin' nice

(Act like you know)

It ain't nothin' nice

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]

Son I be skimmin' through the billboard top R&B albums

Wonderin' my outcome

Want the black triangle, but I'm real with or without one

'Cause I'ma still sport wrinkled Armani jeans

Smokin' beadies to the pink stream

On a microphone, I'm like the mooly Michael Corleone, with 36 zone

(Zone)

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 that bustas still sellin' nickel sacks of ganja

You two-bit hustla, I'm the wrong brother like Clockers

Wouldn't give you five cents to put cheese on the Whopper

So steer near, deal, a mere near rear bia

I'm rollin' with the crowbar clear

Still wearin' my bathing suit like I was asshole naked

Now fake it till you make it, or take it, nigga

[Chorus]

Oh, It ain't nothin' nice (Haha)

It ain't nothin' nice

(Nice)

[Verse 2: D.B.A. Flip]

While most was in school going through that whole childhood

Ya pushin' rocks on the block, 'cause the spots what ya found, Flip

I made my dough and I made sure I kept my name on tight

Layin' low in the day and serve that Ye' by moonlight (Au)

They out of sight when they roll by

Just serving them clucks as they stroll by

Lowkey, the smokies know my name

Ain't no slippin' when they trippin', 'cause I done peeped game

Now I had clout, til they raided, and ran me out

I sold my last ounce, then I bounced to my baby mama's house

Time to bail, couldn't spend no time in jail

Had to be out on them streets, hurry up and make my sales

But now it's on, 'cause I'm grown and I'm still a G

But it's to sell my crack by way of cheers in this industry

Remember me, when you hustle runnin' right do or die, otherwise, Flip for life

Biatch

[Chorus]

It ain't nothin' nice

My nigga, it ain't nothin' nice

It ain't nothin' nice

It ain't nothin' nice, my nigga

Get your hustle on

[Verse 3: Ras Kass]

Now it's either give me the money, give me the power

Give me $4.25 an hour, what the fuck you think I'm gone do?

To be honest with you, I'm gonna' get mine(mine)

'Cause I known niggas that's college graduates that's broke

Askin' for dimes and nickel sacks

Nigga give me dap, and I give you some

You watch my back, I watch yours

I do rap tours while niggas be looking for the rapture

I don't understand, 'cause niggas gots to capture

Your own, now keep your eyes on the prize

'Cause Clinton is pimpin', nigga you might as well be tempin'

I wanna be eatin' jumbo shrimp and lobster

I want $200,000 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 help me (Help me)

It ain't nothin' nice

[Chorus]

But, it's wrong

And ain't nothin' nice

It ain't nothin' nice

[Interlude]

From LA to NY, ATL 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 nigga)

[Chorus]

It ain't nothin' nice

(Hahahaha)

Nigga, I can't sang (I can't sang, I can't sang)

Nigga, I don't give a fuck