Ras Ka** - Ain't Nothin' Nice lyrics

Intro: n***a get yo hand outta my pocket n***a. Get yo hand outta my pocket Hook: It ain't nothin' nice (x8) Ras Ka**: Son I'm skimming through the Billboard Top R&B album Wondering what my outcome Want the black triangle but I'm real with or without one Cuase I'm a still sport wrinkled Armani jeans Smokin' beedies to the pink string On the microphone I'm like the moody Mic Corleone With 36 zones Big homies told me to be the man understand If n***as is playin' hardball then why the f** you throwin' underhand? See only the small mind is small time That's the reason why that busta is still sellin' nicle sacks of ganja You two bit hustla I'm the wrong brother like Clockers Wouldn't give you five cents to put cheese on a whopper So see a niga dea a mere niga rea Bea I'm rollin' iwth the Crowbar clea Still wearin' my bathing suit like I was a**hole naked I fake it till you make it I'll take it n***a Hook Flip: While most kids in school goin' through that whole child Your pushin' rock on the block cause the spot we have found (Flip) I make my doe And I make sure I kept my game on tight Layin' low in the day and serve that yay by moonlight They outta sight when the roll by I'm still in they Chuchs servin' clucks as they stroll by Low key the smokeys know my name Ain't no slippin' when they trippin' Cuase I done peep game Now I have clout and they raided ran me out I sold my last ounce then I bounce to my baby mamas house Time to bail couldn't spend no time in jail Had to be out on them streets hurry up and make my sale But now it's on cause I'm grown and I'm still a G But it's cause I sell my crack ? in this industry Remember me when you hustle runnin' right Do or die other side Flip for life Beeotch Hook: It ain't nothin' nice It ain't nothin' nice It ain't nothin' nice my n***a It ain't nothin' nice sister It ain't nothin' nice It ain't nothin' nice It ain't nothin' nice Get my hustle on My n***a word is bond Ras Ka**: Now it's either give me the money give me the power Or give me four twenty five an hour What the f** you think I'm gonna do? To be honest wtih you I wanna get mine Cause I know n***as that's college graduates that's broke askin' for dimes And nickle sacks n***a give me back I'll give you some You wash my back I wash yours I do rap tours while n***as be lookin' for the rapture I don't understand cause n***as gotta capture Your own and keep your eyes on the prize Cause Clinton is pimpin' n***a you might as well be tempin' You wanna be eatin' jumbo shrimp and lobster? I want two hundred thousand in the bank you wanna be the imposter mobster Recognize like Sam Sneed I got unborn twins to feed So make the next man bleed I just might cause ain't nothin' right in my life God hlep me it ain't nothin' nice Hook (x4) From L.A. to N.Y., A.T.L. and back it ain't nothin' nice. To all my n***as And my b**hes throw your motherf**in' hands in the air. And keep 'em there It's a stick up. (It's a stick up n***a.) Hook (x4)