
Ain’t Talkin Bout Nothing E-40 (Ft. G Perico & Vince Staples)
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[Intro]
ProZak Music
[Chorus: G Perico]
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, nig
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, you ain't talkin' bout nothing, nig
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, nigga
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, you ain't talkin' bout shit
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, nigga
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, you ain't talkin' bout nothing, nig
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, nigga
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, you ain't talkin' bout shit
[Verse 1: E-40]
Uh
They ain't talkin' bout shit, they talking bullshit
Put the rifle to your lip, longer than a pool stick
Walk down on my target, empty out the cartridge
Talking all that nonsense, turned his body to a carcass
My lil niggas heartless, they push the line the hardest
Open a sucker up, just like a can of StarKist
Niggas don't give a fuck and they are not my artist
Line a nigga up, but they are not no barbers
The black man don't want to see the black man having chicken
The woman is influenced by the gram, so she stripping
The other man be running it up, big money he be tripping
My left hand be arguing with my right hand when I'm whipping
Choppers under the couches, in the kitchen drawers and cabinets
In the broken-down public houses, where nerds don't get no passes
Got a glue trap for the mouses and a shovel for you snakes
What I say behind your back, I say it to your face
ProZak Music
[Chorus: G Perico]
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, nig
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, you ain't talkin' bout nothing, nig
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, nigga
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, you ain't talkin' bout shit
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, nigga
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, you ain't talkin' bout nothing, nig
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, nigga
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, you ain't talkin' bout shit
[Verse 1: E-40]
Uh
They ain't talkin' bout shit, they talking bullshit
Put the rifle to your lip, longer than a pool stick
Walk down on my target, empty out the cartridge
Talking all that nonsense, turned his body to a carcass
My lil niggas heartless, they push the line the hardest
Open a sucker up, just like a can of StarKist
Niggas don't give a fuck and they are not my artist
Line a nigga up, but they are not no barbers
The black man don't want to see the black man having chicken
The woman is influenced by the gram, so she stripping
The other man be running it up, big money he be tripping
My left hand be arguing with my right hand when I'm whipping
Choppers under the couches, in the kitchen drawers and cabinets
In the broken-down public houses, where nerds don't get no passes
Got a glue trap for the mouses and a shovel for you snakes
What I say behind your back, I say it to your face
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