Song Lyrics

N****s hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherf***in' forty ounce of Gooden
Ain't s*** changed in my hood since '86
And 1987 I was swore into the clique
All the triflin' b****es in my hood smoked moes
And all the gangsta a** n****s rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof ?
Car down crush ? and fresh paint
Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank
All of my n****s they had a truck load of dope
'Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat

It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
'Cause I remember back when the n**** had green
Seen him at the pipes and now the n**** is just a dope fiend
Funny how a n****, sold a key or two
Is down on his a** and all of a sudden he remember you
Everything's cool I'm the n****s man
Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a n**** hand
But I just walked away and left his s*** to hang
Cause back in the game I had a motherf***in' thang
And that's why I walk with my hands on my dick
A n**** say "what up?"
I look around and I say "This!"
And I could give a f*** if the n**** gets pissed
'Cause if he wants a chunk I'm a get up in his s***

Huh like it ain't s*** yeah.
I thought you knew.
It ain't s***.
Uh, yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.

Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin'
Put my s*** in park and drunk a St. Isis with my homey
Reminisced on fast times past times and s***
Smokin' on some bud I came across my n**** Kick
I gave my boy some dap and asked him what's the haps
Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps
I knew he had

Bill Withers, Brad Jordan, Joseph Johnson

The duration of It Ain't S--- is 4:00 minutes and seconds.