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Da Lench Mob
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Ain't Got No Class
Lyricist:Cooper De Sean, Gray Terry, Malone Deadric, Wright Overton Vertis
We'll shut this motherfucker down We'll shut this motherfucker down
Yo, this is B-Real from Cypress Hill Kickin' it with the motherfuckin' Lench Mob Showin' yo' ass, that you ain't got no class
Every time I see you, you always on a mission (Whassup?) You're up too early in the mornin' to go fishin' Wishin' you can catch you somebody slippin' So, you can sell his shit and go get you a hit
When you need to be at home with your god damn children That's why your landlord wants you out the buildin' 'Cause you haven't paid your rent in six months You got rats and roaches and your kids've got the mumps
'Cause you like to spend your checks on bumps I saw your little boys eatin' oatmeal lumps My oh my, I wish you was my father 'Cause I'd take your ass out and wouldn't even bother Tellin' them I did it, yeah fool, I did it Pops kept smokin', so I had to end that bullshit
This ain't a story 'bout a kid from a broken home It's all about a son, who father that was gone So, if you're out there and you're lookin' for a blast I'ma blast 'cause you ain't got no class
Ain't got no class, ain't got no class (Stucky Mack, Stucky Mack) Ain't got no class, ain't got no class (Stucky Mack, Stucky Mack)
In my neighborhood, there's a girl named Sonya For a hit and some [unverified]you're guaranteed to bone her The funky ass aroma, comin' from her crouch I see why Mama said, 'Knock you out'
Now, this is a shame to seen a girl look this way I been everywhere, ain't it only in, L.A. Not only do I see 'em, I always try to greet 'em I say do you have some kids? Feed 'em (Hell, yeah)
'Cause I remember one thing that Mom Duke told me 'Never let a motherfuckin' kid be, hungry' Went into my pockets and got a twenty dollar bill I said, 'Go buy your motherfuckin' kids a Happy Meal'
And followed her to Mickey D's and made sure she bought the shit Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And if she wouldn'ta, man, I swear to God I woulda hurt the bitch Threw her ass in the ditch where the crack head at 'Cause the bitch, ain't got no class
Ain't got no class, ain't got no class (Stucky Mack, Stucky Mack) Ain't got no class, no, the bitch ain't got no class (Stucky Mack, Stucky, fuckin' Mack)
You come home fucked up, with the bass head calls Kids got no lunch money 'cause you smoked it all up You get your first period, stomach just growlin' Look outside, the teacher think that it's thunderin'
But it's not thunder, it's your little boy's tummy Now, don't it make you feel like a motherfuckin' dummy? He can't feed hisself and his moms can't either Base head parents, man, we don't really need 'em
Especially if they smokin' and the home is broken At nutrition time, my niggaz be like jokin' Sayin' that I'm bummy, I'm thinkin' bout my tummy I'm hungry as fuck and moms smoked up our bucks
Now, I gotta do her with a slug (Stucky Mack) Now, I gotta do her like a thug (Buck, buck, buck)
Now, I gotta go, shoot up the drug spots Mr. Police, could you please take my mug shot Three hots in the cot for my ass 'Cause my moms, ain't got no class
Ain't got no class, ain't got no class (Stucky Mack, Stucky Mack) Ain't got no class, no, moms ain't got no class (Stucky Mack)
Ain't got no class, ain't got no class (Stucky Mack, Stucky, fuckin' Mack) Ain't got no class, no, moms ain't got no class (Stucky Mack)
Ain't that right J-Dee? She need to get on with her sorry ass Bitch
We'll shut this motherfucker down We'll shut this motherfucker down We'll shut this motherfucker down We'll shut this motherfucker down
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