You Ain't Gotta Lie (Ta Kick It) Songtext / Lyric

You ain't gotta lie ta kick it



I know ya like to see me doin' bad

But I'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood

Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speed

I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed



This is my weed, this is my world

Don't get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirl

Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl

The Don Daada, I'm hotta than holly watta



Wish I was your baby fatha, 'cuz I got a fuckin' head on my shoulder

And lead in my holster, face on the poster

The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta'

But you can't so you start the lyin'



Just like that nigga that think he dyin'

Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'

To all my people if I'm talkin 'bout your baby mama

When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama






Yo Cube, I'm goan have all da bitches here

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)

Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't call me back but I just paged my auntie

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)



Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)



I'm a be as real as I can with this

Not just the fake analyst on canabis

Who only say that the world is

Scandalist, without findin' out a way to handle this



Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist

How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch?

I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch

Lyin' to the enemies, wild conspiracies



I'm a say this 'till the day that I die

Seven thirty-fives bring on bitches lies

While you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like

2pac, I keep spittin' 'til my heart stop



Young niggas tryin' to tell me that I'm played

Once they say you played, nigga you must be payed

Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing

Got more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'



Yo Cube, I got the new Biz 9000

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)

I got the Playstation in the windshield nigga

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)



Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)



I hate to see your ass comin' with your mouth runnin'

Talkin' 'bout somethin' that ain't meanin' nothin'

'Bout your second cousin, who be always buzzin'

Where she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin'



Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequel

To let you tell it Randy Moss is your people

It's evident, your ass lie like the president

But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence



How the fuck can your friends be the Benjamins?

And your little ass car's full of fender ben'z

There you go on the stand with your hand up

Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffs



We should do you like the Mack said

And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head

Let him ooze, let him loose

Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass on the news



Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karots

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)

It's Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)



Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)



Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)



You ain't got to lie ta kick it

You ain't got to lie ta kick it

You ain't got to lie ta kick it

You ain't got to lie ta kick it

You ain't got to lie ta kick it

You ain't got to lie ta kick it