That Ain't Right - Lyrics - C-***

[Curren$y Talking] Tru Records exclusive, Curren$y Da Hott Spitta & XL Action packed *** get your cassettes ready It's about to go down like this here Uh, uh, these *** keep hatin, that ain't right though I'ma throw it down like this here [Curren$y] Now I ain't trying to take over the game I'm just trying to get a Range Rover and a couple of chains I got a X-ed out college *** giving me brains Gave her my e-mail address and an alias name And they tell me take it easy but I can't help it I want more green than the Boston Celtics Let a tru *** breathe don't be selfish Bet on hot spitta competition getting delt wit Hollerin bout you totin guns But I see you with no straps like low-top Air Force Ones And U hollerin bout money ain't got no funds And U rappin on beats using pots for ya drums And you'll never see me with ya *** Oh I got the hoe with me, you just can't see through the tint And I'm beggin ya dog please don't quit rappin If you quit rappin I quit laughin [Chorus: repeat 2X] Don't wanna see us with no paper ha (that ain't right) Don't wanna see us *** make it ha (that ain't right) I ain't gon call you a hater dog (cuz that ain't nice) Just let a *** breathe in the game aight [Curren$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 *** 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 *** 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 *** You probably thinkin is C wrong for this But XL ain't just a name known for production and *** If ain't nothing else, I'm never ya *** Lyrically I'm hot, like the different color paint on my six And if y'all really ain't on my ***, it's cool Cuz that ain't right I guess I know you better than me You probably a *** who get the *** wetter than me You probably a thug with more ice and cheddar than me *** that if i was you I'd be better than me Ya *** 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 *** with a *** If you smart why you sound so dumb on the mic You can't *** 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 *** it they done gave me a mic [Curren$y] That ain't right {*repeat 16X*} [XL talking till end]