Songtexte:
Thomas Carl You Ain T Right

stay here with you acting ignorant You ain't right (You ain't right) No, no, no, no I thought you loved me, yeah (You ain't right, no) You ain't right

somewhere and pitch a tent Then to stay here with you acting ignorant You ain't right, no, no I thought you loved me You ain't right, no, no You shouldn't

Hip-Hop, whattup man? Ay, ay Hobb, you ain't, you ain't have no uhh You ain't have no muh'fuckin seat on your, on your bicycle Now you uhh, the head of

shit Sometimes you just get fed up Don't hate me, hate yourself, motherfuckers Don't hate me, hate yourself Cause I ain't never gonna stop I ain't never

on Don't worry bout why I ain't got mine on I want some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on Things ain't all good right now Cause

foe Yo, you ain't offendin' me It ain't like you the first son of the Kennedy Or even in a mallway, you can *** for me But all until you talk you don't

bundle You know when we come through, get it right But dead? right, techs spit nice I know where you read my man was jessying your wife I suggest you chill unless you

up girl [Raekwon the Chef] Aiyyo you killed me with that "Who bought this?" I bought that Knowin damn well in reality you bought jack You ain't lift one finger, but you

Yo, you ain't offendin' me It ain't like you the third son of the Kennedy Or even in a mob where you can send for me But all until you talk you don't