We'll shut this motherfucker down
We'll shut this motherfucker down
Yo, this is B-Real from Cypress Hill
Kickin' it with the motherfuckin' Lench Mob
Showin' yo' ass, that you ain't got no class
Every time I see you, you always on a mission
(Whassup?)
You're up too early in the mornin' to go fishin'
Wishin' you can catch you somebody slippin'
So, you can sell his shit and go get you a hit
When you need to be at home with your god damn children
That's why your landlord wants you out the buildin'
'Cause you haven't paid your rent in six months
You got rats and roaches and your kids've got the mumps
'Cause you like to spend your checks on bumps
I saw your little boys eatin' oatmeal lumps
My oh my, I wish you was my father
'Cause I'd take your ass out and wouldn't even bother
Tellin' them I did it, yeah fool, I did it
Pops kept smokin', so I had to end that bullshit
This ain't a story 'bout a kid from a broken home
It's all about a son, who father that was gone
So, if you're out there and you're lookin' for a blast
I'ma blast 'cause you ain't got no class
Ain't got no class, ain't got no class
(Stucky Mack, Stucky Mack)
Ain't got no class, ain't got no class
(Stucky Mack, Stucky Mack)
In my neighborhood, there's a girl named Sonya
For a hit and some [unverified] you're guaranteed to bone her
The funky ass aroma, comin' from her crouch
I see why Mama said, "Knock you out"
Now, this is a shame to seen a girl look this way
I been everywhere, ain't it only in, L.A.
Not only do I see 'em, I always try to greet 'em
I say do you have some kids? Feed 'em
(Hell, yeah)
'Cause I remember one thing that Mom Duke told me
"Never let a motherfuckin' kid be, hungry"
Went into my pockets and got a twenty dollar bill
I said, "Go buy your motherfuckin' kids a Happy Meal"
And followed her to Mickey D's and made sure she bought the shit
And if she wouldn'ta, man, I swear to God I woulda hurt the bitch
Threw her ass in the ditch where the crack head at
'Cause the bitch, ain't got no class
Ain't got no class, ain't got no class
(Stucky Mack, Stucky Mack)
Ain't got no class, no, the bitch ain't got no class
(Stucky Mack, Stucky, fuckin' Mack)
You come home fucked up, with the bass head calls
Kids got no lunch money 'cause you smoked it all up
You get your first period, stomach just growlin'
Look outside, the teacher think that it's thunderin'
But it's not thunder, it's your little boy's tummy
Now, don't it make you feel like a motherfuckin' dummy?
He can't feed hisself and his moms can't either
Base head parents, man, we don't really need 'em
Especially if they smokin' and the home is broken
At nutrition time, my niggaz be like jokin'
Sayin' that I'm bummy, I'm thinkin' bout my tummy
I'm hungry as fuck and moms smoked up our bucks
Now, I gotta do her with a slug
(Stucky Mack)
Now, I gotta do her like a thug
(Buck, buck, buck)
Now, I gotta go, shoot up the drug spots
Mr. Police, could you please take my mug shot
Three hots in the cot for my ass
'Cause my moms, ain't got no class
Ain't got no class, ain't got no class
(Stucky Mack, Stucky Mack)
Ain't got no class, no, moms ain't got no class
(Stucky Mack)
Ain't got no class, ain't got no class
(Stucky Mack, Stucky, fuckin' Mack)
Ain't got no class, no, moms ain't got no class
(Stucky Mack)
Ain't that right J-Dee?
She need to get on with her sorry ass
Bitch
We'll shut this motherfucker down
We'll shut this motherfucker down
We'll shut this motherfucker down
We'll shut this motherfucker down
- 专辑：Guerillas in tha Mist
- 歌手：Da Lench Mob
- 歌曲：Ain't Got No Class