You Ain’t That Fine Potluck (Ft. Bosko & E-40)

[Verse 1: Underrated]
I don't mean to be mean, believe me, no
No, you can't have my email, my sell, or my home phone
I hit that home grown, watch how these hoes grow
If you got these riches, you making these little bitches moan
Girls walking around, talking about a free ride
You thinking you getting in the car, and you gon get mine?
If the thuggin ain't workin, the villains for cirtain
To get payed, then them dudes be skirtin
Lose lose situation, they pationtly daten
They split apart, waitin for this penetration
They getting fucked to death, they getting fucked in the head
They still be thinking they cool, but no, I'm not impressed
New dresses and atitudes have arived
You choose to tell lies, still fool with hella guys
You's a wannabe, bitch
Said you wanted me, but you gotta be blind, bitch, you ain't that fine

[Chorus: Bosko]
A groopi for the green, wanna be on my team
You ain't that fine
Why you come to the club, if you ain't showin no love?
You ain't that fine
Just cause your friend look good, don't mean you look good
You ain't that fine
Girl you look like a nickle, but you think you a dime
You ain't that fine