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Clipse - "Aint Cha"
Lyrics to Aint Cha : (feat. Re-Up Gang) [Chorus: Pusha T] Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna save for tha Range aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain aint cha' Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings aint cha' Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane aint cha' Say what' So you can get that hood fame aint cha' [Verse 1: Pusha T] Rugers spare I drapes, baking pies, baking cake Hustling them Es and that Cs and that H While you probably talking frantic on the tape Niggaz in the hood aint 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 Im 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 86 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 Im living in an episode of Planet of the Apes Youre watching the evolution of one of raps greats You niggaz tryna take my place' Neva happen... [Chorus: Pusha T] Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain aint cha' Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings aint cha' Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane aint cha' Say what' So you can get that hood fame aint cha' [Verse 2: Sandman] Dig it, every time I do it, encore Slide out tha Lincoln with tha suicide doors Ma, and Im 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 biz-oss, its a must I fliz-oss 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 (Thats cold!) Its chilly in Philly, its 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 yall [Chorus: Pusha T] Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain aint cha' Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings aint cha' Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane aint cha' Say what' So you can get that hood fame aint cha' [Verse 3: Malice] Oh you just gon take without asking aint cha' You just grabbin, you aint earnin for shit, thats too old fashion Look, tulip, I will never tuck a jewel up Kindergarten did they not tap your knuckle with the ruler' Im the era of the juice crew, dont let that dookie noose you 1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as Blues 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, Im somewhere mixing vodkas In a far off land, where they shake maracas and shit Keep it moving like in KIs of coke You the 100th motherfucker and Im ''' Not Tommy Lee, see we never involve the law If it seems the walls are closing in its only a''cause they are Muthafucker [Chorus: Pusha T] Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain aint cha' Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings aint cha' Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane aint cha' Say what' So you can get that hood fame aint cha' [Verse 4: Ab-Liva] Im 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 its just so picture-perfect as I lean in that six fourty-five CI Im on them blades likes T.I. The niggaz hate to measure a''cuz they knee high Still slangin that P-I, E what I bring by Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleave, I Still hugging that corner so tight it cant breath, I Cant let it go, a''cuz a nigga got to eat, I Came to conquer the game, the flame and the powder And the pot, stirred it crazy, Im a lead-a Still in the game, tippin the scale like Libra You dont really want that halo over ya Cesar! No! [Chorus: Pusha T] Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim aint cha' Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain aint cha' Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings aint cha' Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane aint cha' Say what' So you can get that hood fame aint cha' [ Aint Cha Lyrics ]
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