You Ain't Right

Kid Frost

[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



will she come home early and find