Frost - You Ain't Right lyrics

[Hook - Diane Gordon] You're no good You're no good, baby Baby, you're no good You're no good You're no good, baby Baby, you're no good [Verse 1 - A.L.T.] I was raised in a rough neighborhood Up to no good I'm looking at the older fools in my hood I wanna walk like 'em I wanna talk like 'em I wanna be a little G and hold a Glock like 'em I wear my dickies creased, I wanna sag I wanna inhale some paint out of paper bags And big puffing up a block got a fat money roll And a firme '64 So I guess it's me against the world I'm only 13 and I'm raising up a baby girl And I'm inducted in a hall of crime Cause they jumped my a** in back in '79 Now how you gonna tell me, that I should get a job Dirty money spends easy so I'd rather rob you, fool But that's how it goes in the hood And momma used to say that I was no damn good [Hook] [Verse 2 - A.L.T.] I knock on the door about 6 in the morn' "where the hell you been now it's the crack of dawn?" I've been working in the studio hooking up some videos But she knows I was out with some little hoes It's like that song it's a thin line She's starving for attention cause it's been a long time And when I come home, I smell like a woman There's lipstick on my collar A phone number on a dollar But that's just me And just last week she found a hotel key Now every single time She be hitting star 69 Not knowing who she might find on the other line Will it be my homey Or will it be my hina Will she come home early and find her Hittin' that thing like I know I should My woman used to tell me I was no damn good [Hook] [Verse 3 - A.L.T.] Nowadays it seems like things ain't the same It's you and I k**ers in my gang And all these little fools are looking up to me I'm 33 so they're calling me an OG And I'm telling them the stories of the old day And how we handled things in our own way We wouldn't drive by like a little punk We'd tie his a** up and throw him in the trunk We fought toe to toe and stood like a man Not shooting out the back of an Astro Van, damn But nowadays they all on that speed and crack And most of them ended up on their back With a tag on their toe I guess they didn't know From 1981 to 1994 Rest in peace But that's how it goes in the hood It's 1995 and it's still no good [Scratching(to all the homies rest in peace)] [Hook x2.5]