Ain’t Cha Songtext
von Clipse

Hmm, you′re tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmm, you′re tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain′t cha?
Hmm, you′re tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?

Hmm, you′re tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain′t cha?
Hmm, gon' getcha air force plane ain′t cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

Rugers spare I drapes, baking pies, baking cake
Hustling them E's and that C′s and that H
While you probably talking frantic on the tape
Niggaz in the hood ain′t tryna to hear, "Man it was a mistake"

To call you a bitch, not a bandit at ya wake
Epitaph reading how much damage you could take
While I'm on the boat with ya bitch, salmon on the plate
I know why you liked her, the head it was great


Loving these bezels sets, change with no space
Eighty-six karats, you know how much digging
In the planet this could take?
Patent leather bapes, uh, uh, closet like Planet of the bape

Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place
Like I′m living in an episode of Planet of the Apes
You're watching the evolution of one of rap′s greats
You niggaz tryna take my place? Neva happen

Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain′t cha?
Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmm, you′re tryna save for tha range ain′t cha?
Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain′t cha?

Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain′t cha?
Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmm, gon′ getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

Dig it, every time I do it, encore
Slide out tha Lincoln with tha suicide doors
Ma, and I′m blingin′ like baby with all that shit on
My block pop 'til all that shit gone


What? You niggaz hardly eat
What you spend on a home is a golden piece
On the chest of a bizoss, it′s a must I flizoss
My dream team wrestle for cheese like Eric Bischoff

From the kickoff, to tip off, I give off rays from the VVs
Ice glazed like lip gloss
Thinking they can see me, I beg to diff-arr
Look up in the skiz eye, it the big dip-arr
(That's cold)

It′s chilly in Philly, it's that real
Nobody know karate, more bodies than Kill Bill
Somebody get beside me, Lord, will his blood spill
Like a waterfall, fuck around make me slaughter y′all

Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmm, you′re tryna slang in tha rain ain′t cha?
Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain′t cha?
Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain′t cha?

Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain′t cha?
Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmm, gon' getcha air force plane ain′t cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain′t cha?

Oh, you just gon' take without asking ain′t cha?
You just grabbin', you ain′t earnin' for shit, that′s too old fashion
Look, tulip, I will never tuck a jewel up
Kindergarten did they not tap your knuckle with the ruler?

I'm the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you
One and one is two, it′s just as simple as Blue′s Clues
The nine will get most of you, turn yourself around
For he who want to run up and earn himself a crown

Meanwhile study something nigga, this Gucci, Parker
From France where the kids sing Frere Jacques
If not there, I'm somewhere mixing vodkas
In a far off land, where they shake maracas and shit

Keep it moving like in keys of coke
Your the 100th motherfucker and I′m
Not Tommy Lee, see we never involve the law
If it seems the walls are closing in it's only ′cause they are, muthafucker

Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain′t cha?
Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmm, you′re tryna save for tha range ain′t cha?
Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain′t cha?

Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain′t cha?
Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmm, gon′ getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

I′m a natural born hustla, I the risk taker
I get it cross the border, the Alpha the Omega
My life, I scripted the paper posh like the wrist in the cradle
That hug the diamonds that kiss for you haters

Rimoldi is so gaudy but it′s just so picture perfect
As I lean in that six forty-five CI
I'm on them blades likes T.I.
The niggaz hate to measure ′cause they knee high

Still slangin' that PI, E what I bring by
Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleave, I
Still hugging that corner so tight it can′t breath, I
Can't let it go ′cause a nigga got to eat, I

Came to conquer the game, the flame and the powder
And the pot, stirred it crazy, hustle I'm a lead-a
Still in the game, tippin' the scale like Libra
You don′t really want that halo over ya Cesar, no

Hmm, you′re tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmm, you′re tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmm, you′re tryna save for tha range ain't cha?
Hmm, you′re tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain′t cha?
Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain′t cha?
Hmm, gon' getcha air force plane ain′t cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

Hmm, you′re tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmm, you′re tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain′t cha?
Hmm, you′re tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?