Prince Paul - No Damn Good lyrics

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Prince Paul - No Damn Good lyrics

{Big Daddy Kane:} Hey, you know, [Name] I'm findin it very hard to understand The lifestyle of young ladies today {Male voice:} Yo, they're hard to figure out, gee They need a sincere leader {Big Daddy Kane:} You know, I've heard it said You gotta use what you got to get what you want But I think they're usin a little bit too much when they flaunt You know [Name], you know, ehm I don't understand the way these girls is rolling today, man How about you, man? {Male voice:} Yo, let me tell you somethin, gee If they ain't lying they tryin to do some other - wildness {Big Daddy Kane:} I know, I know It's like girls promisin you Thomas's And can't even cook toast, right? What I'm tryin to tell you, man, is... They just ain't no damn good No damn good Check it out [Verse 1] Now there's this girl named Monique The type of female that you consider a freak A big-time player playin like a drum beat You think her address is 21 Hump Street She step out every night to swing With her Lee press-on's and a nefertiti ring Bamboo earrings all big and lookin silly With extensions hangin down like Milli Vanilli And every Wednesday night at the Apollo First kid she saw with j**erly she'd follow And Monique would be ready to sleep With the first kid in a Benz or a Cherokee Jeep Strung out and givin up the nappy dug out You're on the critical list, about to pull the plug out So here, nympho, here's some good info Stop takin em putts and close your legs, toots Cause I remember you was one of a kind and a fine - hm I once was infatuated by the things that you do But now you're doodoo It's all about respectin yourself In order to gain respect from anyone else Treat yourself like a real woman should Cause b**h, you ain't no damn good That's right, there's a lotta young ladies out here That just ain't no damn good {Female voice:} But hold up minute There's a lotta guys out there that ain't no damn good either {Big Daddy Kane:} Oh yeah? {Female voice:} Yeah, cause I had to tell one the other night That his thing had too many 'nots' in it {Big Daddy Kane:} What you mean by too many 'nots'? {Female voice:} Not big enough, not hard enough, and not long enough {Big Daddy Kane:} Yeah, aight But check this here out [Verse 2] Well now, here's another story About this kid by the name of Corey A hustler with game tryin to make a name That was his aim, but his lifestyle was lame Cause he would front like it wasn't even funny About his girl, his car, and his money Pullin out a knot every place But every single bill had Washington's face And he went beyond exaggeration To lie about his means of transportation Because he said he had a Benz car Come to find out, it was his friend's car Talk about simple chronic halitosis Damn, his breath was ferocious He had an odor that just won't quit Smelled like he washed in Oil Of Oh sh** Tellin girls he's daddy long-strokin (sh**, you must be jokin) Cause he ain't got no b**hes And couldn't hurt a virgin if her p**y had stitches See, Corey, there's a lot you're missin Seems to me, you ain't got a pot to piss in So let's get one thing understood Muthaf**a, you ain't no damn good {Prince Paul:} The moral of the story is The majority of the population of males and females today Are just no damn good