Song Lyrics

Its shit like this I kick to these rich white kids
Who just might see how fucked up this sick life is
Whoops I did it again, didn't I? my shit,
Its harder to figure out then what Britney's tit size is
I probably pissed you off again, didn't I bitch? (so what)
Grab Christina Aguilera, kiss my grits
Do you know how many shits I give, I wish I did
So I could quit giving these twisted little kids ideas
This just in, Britney just kissed Justin
She just fucked Ben
Got tit fucked
And dick sucked him
If Affleck can get his ass licked how come I can't, shit
God damn bitch, I'm rich, I can't understand this
Are those pictures I made of us together on the internet
As close as I'm eva gonna get to hitting her from the back
Shit, when it comes to that, I hit harder from the back
Then everlast when he's plugging lethal in his fucking ass
Just gimme 1 more chance, Britney hit me 1 more time
Let me know what's on you're mind, Whitney give me 1 more line
To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is
F*ck you're jewelery my records almost diamond bitch

What's going on in the world today? people fighting, feuding, looting, its OK
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll, tell 'em Dre
(It ain't nothing but music)
What's going on in the world today? people fighting, feuding, looting, its OK
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll, tell 'em Dre
(It ain't nothing but music)

Eminem doesn't like N SYNC, well I do
So f*ck him and the backstreet boys too (yea I said it)
Whatever happened to the cast of different strokes?
Gary's broke, Todd snort coke, and dana an overdose
I got two little boys with me
Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me
I'm up early with my hair curly
Me and Mr. Furley fucking lavern and shirly

A lot of rappers are living in la la land
That's why I lets my dogs out on the baha men (bark)
As bad as the life I had, I'm not mad
I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad (punch)
My whole family's country, my grandmothers old fashioned
She keeps asking me why I rap with a honky
But granny I'm a flunky, I could be a junkie
I could be hanging with the hoochies outta the club scene

For all the independent women in the house (house)
Show us you're tits and shut you're mother fuckin mouths

Robert Downey, bobby brownie, Whitney Houston the shit she's using,
Jesse Jackson, Reverand scandal, got George Michaels, Tevin Campbell
Pee-wee Herman's, peep show places, public restrooms, beat those cases

Your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what?)
We done turned their kids into little body snatchers
They like where I'm from (uh huh), we don't bite our tongue (yea)
Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns? (blah blah blah)
Its sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme
When you work, you ain't getting paid for that overtime (damn)
Its only music, media know it, but they blind (that's right)
I ain't in you're life so stay the hell up outta mine (nigga)
And your the reason why princess Diana ended up dying
You people get offended, I don't care
(stop crying)
Trying to get us to leave
'cause what we say just ain't playing
But holding me back from what I say just ain't me

Now what's these parents so mad for?
(Your music is bad) for teenage kids who drink more than Ted Dansonin cheers
Carson drinks beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch(shut up)
(poor or rich) I still do the same old shit,
I don't jump infront of a camera and say no shit
When they ask me about my sarcastic-ness
I just slap them, turn around and ask them this

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Look for that new D12 R&B Album coming soon
Straight R&B, Straight R&B, Straight R&B

Denaun Porter, Marshall Mathers, Ondre Moore, Rufus Johnson, Scott Storch, Shaune Holton, Von Carlisle, Andre Young, Michael Elizondo

The duration of Ain't Nuttin' But Music is 5:11 minutes and seconds.