RZA, Young Dirty Bastard - Just Can't Get It Right lyrics
[RZA, Young Dirty Bastard - Just Can't Get It Right lyrics]
One, two, it’s the Brooklyn Zu
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, nigga, get yo' shit
Seven, eight, gonna lay 'em to sleep
One, two, it’s the Brooklyn Zu
Three, four, nigga, shut your door!
I make money, money don’t make me
I squeeze them honies, homie don’t hate me
I keep my money in a Hefty bag
Fuck a safe, I pack a fo-fo automatic
I ain’t your average rapper
I ain’t your average camper
I’m on some new shit and you can get adapter
I had it up to here, I had it up to here
Wit' niggas
With them counterfeitin' flows this year!
I know a lot of ya’ll
Niggas can’t get it right
Just can’t get it right
Just can’t get it right
Y'all niggas, just can’t get it right
Just can’t get it, just
Just can’t get it right!
Hold guns like the bar that
Hold the shower curtains
I’m in the club, watch my watch
Let my diamonds flirtin' time to leave
And these two girls sayin' somethin'
Cross the Brooklyn Bridge
Now a nigga finger fucking
Papa Wu crib full, CREAM, watch the purses
You better believe I’m holding
Like the service
K Tab rock bulletproof suburbans
Two more suburbans
Bodyguards rockin' turbans
Putman Avenue, Uncle Freddy watch the dirt in
Take Saudi and murder it
Soundtrack 4-thirdin'
(I know a lot of ya’ll
Niggas can’t get it right)
(Just can’t get it right
Just can’t get it right)
Y'all niggas, just can’t get it right
Just can’t get it, just
Just can’t get it right!
Born in a race that lies no definition
Write rhymes in brown sand
Fuck the composition!
Eliminatin' those who are fake is my decision
I send the hail mary to your God
Now convert ya whole religion
If the sky had eyes
He could see the pussyness
In all you tender loving business guys
I can see the future maggots in all you flies
Hammer start seeing the weakness
Niggas terrified listen, I fed a pig to a
Savage then he jumped like rabbit
Dumped a ball in a hoop then he caught AIDS
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, nigga, get yo' shit
Seven, eight, gonna lay 'em to sleep
One, two, it’s the Brooklyn Zu
Three, four, nigga, shut your door!
I make money, money don’t make me
I squeeze them honies, homie don’t hate me
I keep my money in a Hefty bag
Fuck a safe, I pack a fo-fo automatic
I ain’t your average rapper
I ain’t your average camper
I’m on some new shit and you can get adapter
I had it up to here, I had it up to here
Wit' niggas
With them counterfeitin' flows this year!
I know a lot of ya’ll
Niggas can’t get it right
Just can’t get it right
Just can’t get it right
Y'all niggas, just can’t get it right
Just can’t get it, just
Just can’t get it right!
Hold guns like the bar that
Hold the shower curtains
I’m in the club, watch my watch
Let my diamonds flirtin' time to leave
And these two girls sayin' somethin'
Cross the Brooklyn Bridge
Now a nigga finger fucking
Papa Wu crib full, CREAM, watch the purses
You better believe I’m holding
Like the service
K Tab rock bulletproof suburbans
Two more suburbans
Bodyguards rockin' turbans
Putman Avenue, Uncle Freddy watch the dirt in
Take Saudi and murder it
Soundtrack 4-thirdin'
(I know a lot of ya’ll
Niggas can’t get it right)
(Just can’t get it right
Just can’t get it right)
Y'all niggas, just can’t get it right
Just can’t get it, just
Just can’t get it right!
Born in a race that lies no definition
Write rhymes in brown sand
Fuck the composition!
Eliminatin' those who are fake is my decision
I send the hail mary to your God
Now convert ya whole religion
If the sky had eyes
He could see the pussyness
In all you tender loving business guys
I can see the future maggots in all you flies
Hammer start seeing the weakness
Niggas terrified listen, I fed a pig to a
Savage then he jumped like rabbit
Dumped a ball in a hoop then he caught AIDS