What It Ain't Lyrics - Dirty South Classics - Goodie Mob

Now T L C will challenge Goodie MoB 

To a game of ghetto laser tag 

When they say, "What it is" 

You scream, "What it ain't" 

That is all, get it 

1999, yeah, TLC 

The Goodie MoB 

The M O B 

The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y 2 G 

What you wanna do wit it? 

What it is, what it ain't 

What 

Either you bring it 

We gon' bring it 

Or you can't 

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Sometimes it gets kinda messy out there 

Sometimes 

But we get by one day at a time 

What you wanna do wit' it? 

I still go eat at Waffle House after 112 when I go out 

Where do you hang or do you slang 

Or wear a chain or platinum rings? 

I still maintain my ghetto side 

I keep my pride, get on my ride, 20 inch rims 

I sport a brim, hang with my girls 

Go to the mall around the world and keep your change 

The finest things will still remain so ooh 

Don't even look from across the room 

You don't know enough about this world to 

Ever get it on with me or hang out where I do 

Photos 

Don't even look from across the floor 

You don't have game enough for no tour 

To come upon a girl like me 

And that's not a possibility 

She's a built plastic girl I'm a big boss man 

I like old model cars and big sedans 

You like two doors funding their clothes and rolls 

I sit on the porch sip some and pose 

I like the 9 when you're humpin' hot ho's 

I do sweets while you preferred the lows 

Tonight I'm choose 'cuz ya already chose 

It's grown folk business and I'll run the floor 

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me 

And you ain't hot enuff for me 

And you ain't fly enuff for me 

And you're too tight with your money 

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me 

And you ain't hot enuff for me 

And you ain't fly enuff for me 

And you're too tight with your money 

Shit my baby is still ghetto like hot fries 

I come from lovin' niggas and give 20/20 with his bloodshot eyes 

Got turned into gold went from two O's to thirty two lows 

Which is enough to buy a Rolls ain't but nobody knows 

I stay in my place, keep my diamonds out of your face 

You wanna be with this player got to play at my pace 

I'm slum but I can still cum over there where you're from 

If you want some bullshit you better buy you some 

Don't even look from across the room 

You don't know enough about this world to 

Ever get it on with me or hang out where I do 

Don't even look from across the floor 

You don't have game enough for no tour 

To come upon a girl like me 

And that's not a possibility 

Shorty where your booty? Shorty 

Shorty where your gold teeth? 

Shorty where your long nails? 

Shorty where your fake hair? 

Shorty got the attitude 

All up in the news 

To represent the 90's girl 

You the oldies too 

I got your back you got the front 

It's time we pull it off in the woods with the bump on them dubs 

Ain't no scrubs don't conceal I'm a ghetto millionaire 

Can you see me gettin' it clear? 

I'ma keep on servin' here like I'm supposed to baby 

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me 

And you ain't hot enuff for me 

And you ain't fly enuff for me 

And you're too tight with your money 

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me 

And you ain't hot enuff for me 

And you ain't fly enuff for me 

And you're too tight with your money 

What it is 

What it ain't 

What it is 

What it ain't 

What it is 

What it ain't 

What don't, don't be suffocatin' my pockets 

While I'm resuscitatin' these topics like 

Bring your G's, where your loot? 

You're lookin' real dumb when you get the boot 

What it is my road to me 

Come from some of the hardest of streets 

Me custom navigate to the club 

With some of the hardest of beats 

What it ain't what you sleepin' with all the shit that I've been through 

'Cuz I'ma keep doin' all the things that I gots to do 

Damn it I'll put your ass to work 

Comb your nappy head till it hurts 

Where them saints stop these are the ropes 

Take your wealth up the street or you might hurt your throat 

You know you're ghetto when you don't show up in court 

For not payin' your child support or you too bullshit for me 

You act like you're too good to eat 

At Church's, Popeye's, and Hartz I shop at Walter's Bright Creek 

In the mall where it's steep and deep I hang out in Bank Head 

You prefer buck head your favorite color is hot pink 

I love that thing 

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me 

And you ain't hot enuff for me 

And you ain't fly enuff for me 

And you're too tight with your money 

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me 

And you ain't hot enuff for me 

And you ain't fly enuff for me 

And you're too tight with your money 

'Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me 

And you ain't hot enuff for me 

And you ain't fly enuff for me 

And you're too tight with your money 

What it is 

What it ain't 

What it is 

What it ain't 

What it is 

What it ain't 

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