I Ain't That Nigga Lyrics
| Song | I Ain't That Nigga |
| Artist | Twista |
| Album | Adrenaline Rush 2007 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : F. Taylor/C. Mitchell | |
| 作曲 : F. Taylor/C. Mitchell | |
| [Chorus: x2] | |
| I ain't that nigga... I jus thought I'd let chu kno... when I'm rollin with a black Fo' Fo'... I ain't that nigga | |
| [VERSE:] | |
| Naww I ain't a gangsta, but kick it with board members and governers that love larry hoover | |
| Niggas that'll do ya, Crackin a rifile over deciple have ya mama screamin out (holla-lu-ya) | |
| And No I ain't a Vice Lord, But I kick it with niggas that bang that shit to tha left | |
| CVL love tha PN, them thug folks that love low, down with my click to tha death | |
| And naw I ain't BLACK P STONE, but when I was getting production with VILLIAN we was chillin | |
| South side, Swole brothas, who long ass braids, who real niggas stackin millions to tha ceilin | |
| And naw I ain't a soul, but got into it with dollar and rocked pink with jack Vo Vo | |
| Knew all them niggas when my raps flow so slow, befo' I was ridin black benzes on black Mo Mo's | |
| And I got plenty of friends and relatives that still be all up in tha mix | |
| Out chere up in tha streets', well f**k this rap shit nigga, I got guns you ain't gonna do shit | |
| I ain't gonna be frontin an fakin and actin petite all in my music... Not uh, that's too lame | |
| When it's on it's on, I pop a nigga, when you gone you gone, you finna be wiped of the earth like a memory... What's dude name? [echo's out] | |
| And naw I ain't a killa, But I'll stank a motha f**ka while I'm hooded if he pull it | |
| Make a nigga bite tha bullet, hit em | |
| With tha chrome cus I got tah show it's on to tha fullest | |
| And naw I ain't chief, But I'm a motha f**kin beast when it comes tah runnin in tha streets | |
| Ain't been on it in a minute cus a nigga getting money when I do it's cus a nigga gotta eat | |
| And naw I ain't SOLID but I got tha up most respect fo' a nigga if he holla it | |
| Or if he ride unda tha six I kno he be tha shit to tha real g's, I gotta pay homage | |
| And naw I ain't hard, but on god I'll push a niggas shit back and leave em scarred | |
| Get tha infrared beam then go steal em N steam em, stank a nigga then go put tha car in my garage | |
| I spit crack you gotta pardon my barrage... uh lyrics I'm throwin discardin' the facade | |
| Tha thieves wanna be thugs tryna put on fo tha streets, some beats but got no heart up in tha mud | |
| Quit lying you lil' metaphorically speakin motha****as don't want it with real niggas that's out chere | |
| Give a desription of a hell of a gun but you don't really wanna feel it from real triggas that's out chere | |
| (cus it's out chere)[echo's out] | |
| [Chorus: x2] | |
| I ain't that nigga... I jus thought I'd let chu kno... when I'm rollin with a black Fo' Fo'... I ain't that nigga | |
| [VERSE:] | |
| Naw I ain't a playa, but in my city all tha bitches honor me like I'm tha mayor | |
| Devastating rhymesayer, but if you wanna make it bigger than words I gotta spray her | |
| And naw I ain't a pimp, but peel a hoe fo' a fimp and I walk with a limp | |
| While I be smokin on the hemp and at tha party bitches sayin look at him look at him | |
| And naw I ain't no mark or no coward, come at me you gonna get yo lil heart devoured | |
| We don't buckle easy tah threats we be comin after next for techs for sex, money, and power | |
| Been doin tha Bid fo' so long everybody around us talk shit | |
| Can't do nothin but hate off tha money we make, if we don't come up off of rappin we comin up off bricks... you lil soft Bitch! [echo's out] | |
| [Chorus: x2] | |
| I ain't that nigga... I jus thought I'd let chu kno... when I'm rollin with a black Fo' Fo'... I ain't that nigga |
| zuo ci : F. Taylor C. Mitchell | |
| zuo qu : F. Taylor C. Mitchell | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| I ain' t that nigga... I jus thought I' d let chu kno... when I' m rollin with a black Fo' Fo'... I ain' t that nigga | |
| VERSE: | |
| Naww I ain' t a gangsta, but kick it with board members and governers that love larry hoover | |
| Niggas that' ll do ya, Crackin a rifile over deciple have ya mama screamin out hollaluya | |
| And No I ain' t a Vice Lord, But I kick it with niggas that bang that shit to tha left | |
| CVL love tha PN, them thug folks that love low, down with my click to tha death | |
| And naw I ain' t BLACK P STONE, but when I was getting production with VILLIAN we was chillin | |
| South side, Swole brothas, who long ass braids, who real niggas stackin millions to tha ceilin | |
| And naw I ain' t a soul, but got into it with dollar and rocked pink with jack Vo Vo | |
| Knew all them niggas when my raps flow so slow, befo' I was ridin black benzes on black Mo Mo' s | |
| And I got plenty of friends and relatives that still be all up in tha mix | |
| Out chere up in tha streets', well f k this rap shit nigga, I got guns you ain' t gonna do shit | |
| I ain' t gonna be frontin an fakin and actin petite all in my music... Not uh, that' s too lame | |
| When it' s on it' s on, I pop a nigga, when you gone you gone, you finna be wiped of the earth like a memory... What' s dude name? echo' s out | |
| And naw I ain' t a killa, But I' ll stank a motha f ka while I' m hooded if he pull it | |
| Make a nigga bite tha bullet, hit em | |
| With tha chrome cus I got tah show it' s on to tha fullest | |
| And naw I ain' t chief, But I' m a motha f kin beast when it comes tah runnin in tha streets | |
| Ain' t been on it in a minute cus a nigga getting money when I do it' s cus a nigga gotta eat | |
| And naw I ain' t SOLID but I got tha up most respect fo' a nigga if he holla it | |
| Or if he ride unda tha six I kno he be tha shit to tha real g' s, I gotta pay homage | |
| And naw I ain' t hard, but on god I' ll push a niggas shit back and leave em scarred | |
| Get tha infrared beam then go steal em N steam em, stank a nigga then go put tha car in my garage | |
| I spit crack you gotta pardon my barrage... uh lyrics I' m throwin discardin' the facade | |
| Tha thieves wanna be thugs tryna put on fo tha streets, some beats but got no heart up in tha mud | |
| Quit lying you lil' metaphorically speakin motha as don' t want it with real niggas that' s out chere | |
| Give a desription of a hell of a gun but you don' t really wanna feel it from real triggas that' s out chere | |
| cus it' s out chere echo' s out | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| I ain' t that nigga... I jus thought I' d let chu kno... when I' m rollin with a black Fo' Fo'... I ain' t that nigga | |
| VERSE: | |
| Naw I ain' t a playa, but in my city all tha bitches honor me like I' m tha mayor | |
| Devastating rhymesayer, but if you wanna make it bigger than words I gotta spray her | |
| And naw I ain' t a pimp, but peel a hoe fo' a fimp and I walk with a limp | |
| While I be smokin on the hemp and at tha party bitches sayin look at him look at him | |
| And naw I ain' t no mark or no coward, come at me you gonna get yo lil heart devoured | |
| We don' t buckle easy tah threats we be comin after next for techs for sex, money, and power | |
| Been doin tha Bid fo' so long everybody around us talk shit | |
| Can' t do nothin but hate off tha money we make, if we don' t come up off of rappin we comin up off bricks... you lil soft Bitch! echo' s out | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| I ain' t that nigga... I jus thought I' d let chu kno... when I' m rollin with a black Fo' Fo'... I ain' t that nigga |
| zuò cí : F. Taylor C. Mitchell | |
| zuò qǔ : F. Taylor C. Mitchell | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| I ain' t that nigga... I jus thought I' d let chu kno... when I' m rollin with a black Fo' Fo'... I ain' t that nigga | |
| VERSE: | |
| Naww I ain' t a gangsta, but kick it with board members and governers that love larry hoover | |
| Niggas that' ll do ya, Crackin a rifile over deciple have ya mama screamin out hollaluya | |
| And No I ain' t a Vice Lord, But I kick it with niggas that bang that shit to tha left | |
| CVL love tha PN, them thug folks that love low, down with my click to tha death | |
| And naw I ain' t BLACK P STONE, but when I was getting production with VILLIAN we was chillin | |
| South side, Swole brothas, who long ass braids, who real niggas stackin millions to tha ceilin | |
| And naw I ain' t a soul, but got into it with dollar and rocked pink with jack Vo Vo | |
| Knew all them niggas when my raps flow so slow, befo' I was ridin black benzes on black Mo Mo' s | |
| And I got plenty of friends and relatives that still be all up in tha mix | |
| Out chere up in tha streets', well f k this rap shit nigga, I got guns you ain' t gonna do shit | |
| I ain' t gonna be frontin an fakin and actin petite all in my music... Not uh, that' s too lame | |
| When it' s on it' s on, I pop a nigga, when you gone you gone, you finna be wiped of the earth like a memory... What' s dude name? echo' s out | |
| And naw I ain' t a killa, But I' ll stank a motha f ka while I' m hooded if he pull it | |
| Make a nigga bite tha bullet, hit em | |
| With tha chrome cus I got tah show it' s on to tha fullest | |
| And naw I ain' t chief, But I' m a motha f kin beast when it comes tah runnin in tha streets | |
| Ain' t been on it in a minute cus a nigga getting money when I do it' s cus a nigga gotta eat | |
| And naw I ain' t SOLID but I got tha up most respect fo' a nigga if he holla it | |
| Or if he ride unda tha six I kno he be tha shit to tha real g' s, I gotta pay homage | |
| And naw I ain' t hard, but on god I' ll push a niggas shit back and leave em scarred | |
| Get tha infrared beam then go steal em N steam em, stank a nigga then go put tha car in my garage | |
| I spit crack you gotta pardon my barrage... uh lyrics I' m throwin discardin' the facade | |
| Tha thieves wanna be thugs tryna put on fo tha streets, some beats but got no heart up in tha mud | |
| Quit lying you lil' metaphorically speakin motha as don' t want it with real niggas that' s out chere | |
| Give a desription of a hell of a gun but you don' t really wanna feel it from real triggas that' s out chere | |
| cus it' s out chere echo' s out | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| I ain' t that nigga... I jus thought I' d let chu kno... when I' m rollin with a black Fo' Fo'... I ain' t that nigga | |
| VERSE: | |
| Naw I ain' t a playa, but in my city all tha bitches honor me like I' m tha mayor | |
| Devastating rhymesayer, but if you wanna make it bigger than words I gotta spray her | |
| And naw I ain' t a pimp, but peel a hoe fo' a fimp and I walk with a limp | |
| While I be smokin on the hemp and at tha party bitches sayin look at him look at him | |
| And naw I ain' t no mark or no coward, come at me you gonna get yo lil heart devoured | |
| We don' t buckle easy tah threats we be comin after next for techs for sex, money, and power | |
| Been doin tha Bid fo' so long everybody around us talk shit | |
| Can' t do nothin but hate off tha money we make, if we don' t come up off of rappin we comin up off bricks... you lil soft Bitch! echo' s out | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| I ain' t that nigga... I jus thought I' d let chu kno... when I' m rollin with a black Fo' Fo'... I ain' t that nigga |
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