You Ain’t Fly The Roots

[Chorus]
You ain't fly, you ain't fly, you ain't fly
So go 'head witcha self
You ain't fly, you ain't fly, you ain't fly
So go 'head witcha self
.You ain't fly, you ain't fly, you ain't fly
So go 'head witcha self
You ain't fly, you ain't fly, you ain't fly
So go 'head witcha self

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
I'm just playin' the wall, I'm just playin' the wall
Coolin' with my niggas on the right, hold tight
Late Friday night, strobe-light shine bright, blind
Coolin' at this party with the sugars on my mind
It's the sex patrol! The sex patrol!
A-yo, sis was stacked wicked, wanted me to kick it
Said I never dance, made advance outside
Took a glance to inspect — shorty was correct
So it seemed, her name Siobhan, age 17
I flipped when I seen her eyes, bloodshot green
She said she wanted riches and a nigga with cash
Lex, Land or a Path, didn't know the half
I react to flip the script and get ill
My man Malik B. kept tellin' me to relax
Diggin' how you're livin' on some unreal high
As I realize, you're not that fly