Potluck, Bosko, E-40 - You Ain't That Fine lyrics

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

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

Man, I hate a stuck up, conceited ass braud
Thinkin she fine, but she the opisit
That's all you lil yot, I know your type
The fake hair and nails
And them boobies don't look right
You out here trying every night
Tryna find a Rescue Ronny
Get your ass up right
Bitch, you got your ears mixed up
Who the fuck you think you fooling?
Who you think I am, a sucker?
Hoe, I stop you with my pimp cut
Don't come at me
Unless you wanna get fucked up
I still see you plannin on finger fuckin
I'm a grown motherfuckin man
I'll roast your ass like a duck
I'm down with the Potluck
707, I'm on that Cali, nigga what
Drinkin Rass and Rum
You look good, but you ugley inside
You ain't that fine

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

It's like a funny little
Game, more things change
More things stay the same
I say "honey, what's your name?"
She say "not a damb thing"
Girl I hate to burst your bubble
And don't wanna cause no trouble
But, you ain't that fine
I been hollering for years
Got a belly full of beers
But, I tell them how it feels
You crying them tears
Copped them toes, put a bro on top of those
Just cause I'm rockin shows
Doesn't mean I talk to hoes
You think you fine, you not hot
You ain't getting in my droptop
Bosco made the beat
And I can tell him when the drop hot
Walking switching your hips, and
You sucking your lips
And didn't you get them silicone tit's?
Why you wanna talk smack
Acting like you all that
Cause you ain't that fine
So if you less than 7
Better take this as a blessing
A slingshot, using sex as a weapon

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