[chorus Diane Gordon]
you're no good
you're no good baby
baby you're no good
you're no good
you're no good baby
baby you're no good
[verse 1 A.L.T.]
I was raised in a rough neighborhood
up to no good
I'm looking at the older fools in my hood
I wanna walk like 'em
I wanna talk like 'em
I wanna be a little G and hold a glock like 'em
I wear my dickies creased I wanna sag
I wanna inhale some paint out of paper bags
and big puffing up a block got a fat money roll
and a firme '64
so
I guess it's me against the world
I'm only 13 and I'm raising up a baby girl
and I'm inducted in a hall of crime
'cause they jumped my ass in back in '79
now how you gonna tell me, that I should get a job
dirty money spends easy so I'd rather rob you, fool
but that's how it goes in the hood
and momma used to say that I was no damn good
[chorus]
[verse 2 - A.L.T.]
I knock on the door about 6 in the morn'
"where the hell you been now it's the crack of dawn?"
I've been working in the studio hooking up some videos
but she knows I was out with some little hoes
it's like that song it's a thin line
she's starving for attention cause it's been a long time
and when I come home, I smell like a woman
there's lipstick on my collar
a phone number on a dollar
but that's just me
and just last week she found a hotel key
now every single time
she be hitting star 69
not knowing who she might find on the other line
will it be my homey
or will it be my hina
