Clipse - Ain't Cha Lyrics

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[Hook - Pharrell]

Hmmm you trynna get some good fame ain't cha?

Hmmm you trynna slang in tha rain ain't cha?

Hmmm you trynna save for tha Range ain't cha?

Hmmm you trynna perfect your aim ain't cha?

Hmmm you trynna get a big chain ain't cha?

Hmmm with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?

Hmmm gon' getcha air force plane ain't cha?

Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

[Verse 1 - Pusha T]

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

Niggas in the hood ain't trynna to hear "Man it was a mistake"

They'll 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

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 I'm living in an episode of Planet of the Apes

You're watching the evolution of one of rap's greats

You niggas trynna take my place? Never happen

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Sandman]

Dig it every time I do it encore

Slide out the Lincoln with the suicide doors

Ma and I'm blingin' like Baby with all that shit on

My block pop til all that shit gone

What? You pussies hardly eat

What you spend on a home is a gaudy piece

On the chest of a biz-oss it's 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

(That's 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 y'all

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[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Malice]

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

1 and 1 is 2 its 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 kis of coke

You The Hunted motherfucker and I'm Benicio

Not Tommy Lee see we never involve the law

If it seems the walls are closing in its only cause they are

Motherfucker

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[Verse 4- Ab-Liva]

I'm a natural born hustler 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-forty-

Five CI I'm on them blades likes T.I

The niggas hate to measure cause they knee high

Still slingin' that P-I E what I bring by

Me 50 cal pretty desert up my sleeve I

Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breathe 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 I'm a lead-a

Still in the game tipping the scale like Libra

You don't really want that halo over your Caesar! No!

[Hook]

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