Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - I Ain't Trickin' lyrics

(Bum) (bum b**h, I ain't trickin) (Bum) (bum b**h, I ain't trickin) (I'm gettin rich but yo bum b**h, I ain't trickin) [VERSE 1: Kool G Rap] I'm only stickin, for none of you b**hes I ain't trickin I mean I ain't buyin a b**h a piece of fried chicken I don't believe in holidays, I don't go on dates I ain't with the movies or puttin on a pair of skates Cause yo, I ain't about goin out like a s**er What we ain't f**in? Cool, I'm out this muthaf**a Because I was taught to only give a dog a bone b**h if you're hungry, then take your f**in a** home Cause yo, my mama didn't raise no dummy You ain't s**in dick, you can't get sh** from me I ain't got a quarter cause I be damned if I support her And I don't give a f** if my hoes wear high waters (Yo G, what you got to say for all them b**hes out there Trinya get n***as for they money?) b**h, I ain't got nothin You need some dough, hoe, go watch somebody's kids or somethin Cause I ain't spendin no cash And I can hear your stomach growlin while I'm crackin for the a** You tell me yes that's fresh but if it's no then it's no Here's you go, hoe, time for you to go You want a n***a that's trickin? Don't look at me, I ain't no goddamn magician You better keep walkin past Cause even inside Kentucky Fried I never buy the a** Pay me to put my dick in Cause my name ain't (?) b**h, and I ain't trickin [VERSE 2: Kool G Rap] I ain't got sh** for you peasants And even Santa Clause want some p**y for his presents That goes for all you money bandits And if I come to your house you can't believe I'm comin empty-handed So don't ask what did I bring (So what I'm gettin for Christmas?) Not a goddamn thing b**hes try to get live But if you're holdin out your hand to me I'm slappin you five I make it simple and plain Cab fare (? ) take the f**in train (But it's gettin ready to rain) That's real f**ed up, it's a muthaf**in shame Cause I'ma keep cryin broke And the only thing you muthaf**in b**hes get is gunsmoke No limos or luxury liners Forget all that sh** bout eatin out in a diner All you can do is call me daddy s** this dick and get a muthaf**in beef paddy Five bucks is too steep It's all about leavin b**hes in a hotel asleep b**h got kids then I'ma duck her You better go and find daddy to feed them little muthaf**as Cause I'm only with the stickin And spend a night but that's right b**h, I ain't trickin [VERSE 3: Kool G Rap] I'm not tryin to give a hint I'm comin straight out, don't ask me for a red muthaf**in cent No trips to the beauty parlor Cause I could have a million bucks and won't give up a dead dollar And don't tell me your moms is sick Cause you and your mother both can come s** my dick You want a ring with five carats? Well, don't be surprised if it gets eaten by a f**in rabbit Cause I ain't no back of tricks You gotta feed your kids, sell some a** and s** some dick So what you didn't eat in three nights I don't give a sh** if you was losin your eyesight Trickin is not the way I really am Cause I don't give a f** if your stomach blow up with helium So f** all you bum b**hes The last hoe I took to eat ended up washin dishes Tryin to get me for a buck You better off on the corner holdin a muthaf**in co*k I'm one n***a you ain't vickin I'm gettin rich but yo bum b**h, I ain't trickin