Aint Got No Class(LP版) - Da Lench Mob

Ain't Got No Class (LP版) - Da Lench Mob
"We'll shut this motherf**ker DOWN"
"We'll shut this motherf**ker DOWN"
Yo this is B-Real from Cypress Hill
Kickin' it with the motherf**kin' Lench Mob
Showin' yo' a** that you ain't got no class
Everytime I see you (whassup) you always on a mission
You're up too early in the mornin' to go fishin'
Wishin' you can catch you somebody slippin'
So you can sell his sh*t 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 a** 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 b******t
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
Ain't got no class
Ain't got no class
In my neighborhood there's a girl named Sonya
For a hit and some you're guaranteed to bone her
The funky-a** 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 Hell yeah Feed 'em
Cause I remember one thing that Mom Duke told me
"Never let a motherf**kin' kid be hongry"
Went into my pockets and got a twenty dollar bill
I said "Go buy your motherf**kin' kids a Happy Meal"
And followed her to Mickey D's and made
Sure she bought the sh*t
And if she wouldn'ta man I swear to
God I woulda hurt the b**ch
Threw her a** in the ditch where the crackhead at
Cause the b**ch ain't got no class
Ain't got no class
Ain't got no class
Ain't got no class
No the b**ch ain't got no class
It's a damn shame
Smoked up her kid's money
Boy can't even eat
You come home f**ked up with the basshead 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 motherf**kin' dummy
He can't feed hisself and his moms can't either
Basehead 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 F**K 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 s***t up the d**g spots
Mr Police could you please take my mug shot
Three hots in the cot for my a**
Cause my moms ain't got no class
Ain't got no class
Ain't got no class
Ain't got no class
No moms ain't got no class
Ain't got no class
Ain't got no class
Ain't got no class
No moms ain't got no class
Ain't that right J-Dee
She need to get on with her sorry a**
B**ch
"We'll shut this motherf**ker DOWN"
"We'll shut this motherf**ker DOWN"
"We'll shut this motherf**ker DOWN"
"We'll shut this motherf**ker DOWN"