That Ain't Right

[Curren$y: Talking]

Tru Records exclusive, Curren$y Da Hott Spitta & XL

Action packed nigga get your cassettes ready

It's about to go down like this here

Uh, uh, these niggas keep hatin, that ain't right though

I'm a throw it down like this here

[Curren$y:]

Now I ain't trying to take over the game

I'm just trying to get a Range Rover and a couple of chains

I got a X-ed out college bitch giving me brains

Gave her my e-mail address and an alias name

And they tell me take it easy but I can't help it

I want more green than the Boston Celtics

Let a tru nigga breathe don't be selfish

Bet on hot spitta competition getting delt with

Hollerin bout you totin guns

But I see you with no straps like low-top Air Force Ones

And U hollerin bout money ain't got no funds

And U rappin on beats using pots for ya drums

And you'll never see me with ya bitch

Oh I got the hoe with me, you just can't see through the tint

And I'm beggin ya dog please don't quit rappin

If you quit rappin I quit laughin

[Chorus: x2]

Don't wanna see us with no paper ha (that ain't right)

Don't wanna see us niggas make it ha (that ain't right)

I ain't gon call you a hater dog (cause that ain't nice)

Just let a nigga breathe in the game aight

[Curren$y:]

I got a flat so I had to leave the V in the garage

And X see the bar on his Bentley?

Headin to the spa for a weekly massage

Me, ya lady, and ya sister do minagé trios

And I just copped two Porsches

And the dashboard got more wood than the Evergreen Forest

Pull up on the block, two glocks two torches

Shorty too hot like papa bear's poridge

Talkin bout you pop caps to wet me

The only cap you pop is off a bottle of Pepsi

I got enough waves for you to ride on jet skis

And fuck a bodyguard I let the tech protect me

Hell in a black end male with white break lights

Known for spittin raps out like that on tapes right

Say you got skills ha bitch keep frontin

And I'll carve ya face up like a Halloween Pumpkin

[Chorus]

[XL:]

I guess I ain't supposed to spit

You probably want me locked off in the back so you can hush my shit

You probably thinkin is C wrong for this

But XL ain't just a name known for production and shit

If ain't nothing else, I'm never ya bitch

Lyrically I'm hot, like the different color paint on my six

And if y'all really ain't on my shit, it's cool

Cause that ain't right

I guess I know you better than me

You probably a pimp who get the pussy wetter than me

You probably a thug with more ice and cheddar than me

Fuck that if I was you I'd be better than me

Ya bitch you, you better be better than me

You're probably right, that ain't right

Naw dog, not on your life

You're better off trying to fuck with a dike

If you smart why you sound so dumb on the mic

You can't fuck with my beats let alone what I write

My click, or the fact that we tight

It ain't us, ya'll ain't doin it right

I ruined it right

A producer that ruined your life

Aw fuck it they done gave me a mic

[Curren$y:]

That ain't right [x16]

[XL - talking: till end]