Leroy "Precise" Edwards - That n***a Ain't sh**! lyrics

n***a you ain't sh** I woke up this morning dick rock hard Had to piss so bad, that sh** made me say Good Lord! Dick harder than a armadillo So I went in the bathroom and drained the lil' fellow Flush the toilet, washed my hands Took off my silk shirt, (what else) and silk pajama pants I was about to meet this b**h in bout an hour (what you did?) Brushed my, washed my face, get the soap, grab and towel and jumped my stankin' a** in the shower Now I'm feelin' better, at least i'm smellin' better Instead of a combination of p**y and cheddar I still smelled like last night's f** So washed my lips, fingertips, but I can't forget about under the nuts Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my a**hole Foggin up the mirrors, and wettin' up all my f**in clothes Ain't that a b**h?! I'm already running late (What are you gonna do now?) Now I gotta change my outfit Stepped to the closet and scanned the wardrobe Seen that silk shirt, Tommy, f** it, i'll wear that Polo though Girbauds and Polo socks Slipped on them Fila's cause it was too hot to bust the Timbo high tops I looked in the mirror one last time for kicks Like I really had to check, like I ain't know I was the sh** Everything was in place Pearly whites, brown complextion, daily braids and that baby face Mirror, mirror, wasup, who's the most stuck up I bet it's that b**h I just f**ed that stankin s*ut Thats the thought for the day I'm bouts to cut that ho off (why) she can't f** anyways Now i'm back on my mission But before I hit the f**in front door, gots to hit the kitchen Cause hunger pains are gettin bigger Man, I ain't ate sh** yet (n***a you hungry?) Dawg, hungrier than three n***as Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though f** it i'll grab that left-over cold cut combo And now the stomach's at ease I'm bout the jet, but first grab the beeper, the ring, the wallet, and keys And now i'm ready for the street Lookin neat, smellin sweet from my teeth to my f**in feet I guees it's part of my job (what job n***a) Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, shiver then shive So if you catch my in the club don't say sh** Sweatin a n***a like Micheal Lawrence Tyler don't pay b**h Cause I ain't that n***a thats gonna play with ya Or stay with ya, but i'll damn sure lay with ya Cause i'm that type of n***a to tell a b**h that I love em quick Better but not beleive it though (why) cause I ain't bout sh** That n***a ain't sh** That n***a ain't bout sh** That n***a ain't sh** 2x