Pink (The Beatnikz Remix)

Lyrics

C-Rayz Walz ft. Jean Grae - "Pink (The Beatnikz Remix)" [Emcee(s): C-Rayz Walz] [Producer(s): The Beatnikz (Frank Blank and Lil Jay)] [Hook/Vocals: Jean Grae] [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and (Jean Grae)] You ain't A thug. (You just acting bugged) 'cause you Want a hug from shorty, (but she don't got love). And when you Got slugged, she said, ("It must be drugs. That ain't my) (Man. Why'd you fuck him up?") Pink. You ain't A thug. (You just acting bugged) 'cause you Want a hug from shorty, (but she don't got love). And when you Got slugged, she said, ("It must be drugs. That ain't my) (Man. Why'd you fuck him up?") Pink, pink [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Oh, you a thug now? 'Cause you involved in gunplay Wifey acting funny like the bus on Sunday Wanna make a U-turn? Dummy, this is one-way Yo, that's your man? Hmm, I think he's gay You thought you was tough like them guys who robbed you Fronting like you sell drugs, you know you got a job, duke Always ice-grilling, fucking up the barbeque, fronting With your boys like, "That's the murder-drama crew." It's chumps Like you that give us a bad name, telling my Life's story in your weak/week rap game. I know You was watching me. I used to see you peep. You was So interested. Why you ain't never sleep? It's deep It goes back to childhood in the streets. You was Lying 'bout pussy, beating your meat. Imagi- -nary friends, things you did, places you be. Basic- -ally, you the same thing that gave birth to me (Pussy, pussy) [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and (Jean Grae)] You ain't A thug. (You just acting bugged) 'cause you Want a hug from shorty, (but she don't got love). And when you Got slugged, she said, ("It must be drugs. That ain't my) (Man.") Pink. You ain't A thug. (You just acting bugged) 'cause you Want a hug from shorty, (but she don't got love). And when you Got slugged, she said, ("It must be drugs. That ain't my) (Man. Why'd you fuck him up?") [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] All the Thugs I know is really into calmness while y'all Wanna walk by and scream, "Onyx!" Boxing Oxygen, making gunshot noises Talking to yourself like you really hear voices. You Thugs is killing me. I only fear God. You think you Look tough? In my eyes, you got on leotards. Keep Playing the role, yeah, get your head bent 'cause you So pussy, you could get pregnant. It's Sad. You act like your gun blast math, but you the Same one that used to get hurt for your bus pass. It ain't 2Pac, four. Y'all just followers. Thanks to Ja Rule, we got a whole bunch of "Hollarers," dollar- -borrowers, gold chain gossipers, Acade- -my Award killers who deserve Oscars. Y'all ain't 'Bout it, but since your fronting got no limit, I see the Future—wait, you about to die in a minute [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and (Jean Grae)] You ain't A thug. (You just acting bugged) 'cause you Want a hug from shorty, (but she don't got love). And when you Got slugged, she said, ("It must be drugs. That ain't my) (Man. Why'd you fuck him up?") Pink. You ain't A thug. (You just acting bugged) 'cause you Want a hug from shorty, (but she don't got love). And when you Got slugged, she said, ("It must be drugs. That ain't my) (Man. Why'd you fuck him up?") [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] You need a Whole borough, black, to fight one thorough cat. You wasn't Broke and hungry—that ain't why you started selling crack. You're a Clown. You wanted to be down to sound gritty Your life was inspired by New Jack City, King of New York, Mobb Deep, DMX, and Biggie I'm tired of you cowards. I'll fuck you up! Menti- -roso. You know, in jail, you was butt. You wasn't Manito. Uribe then stuck you up. Real Volcanoes don't smoke—they just erupt. No Phone calls for you. They would have cut you, plus you Suck. No, really. You suck Bulletproof vest, man? You need D-cups And just like this song, you're funny, son. Woke up In your cell, laying next to Snickers and honeybuns. You just Wanted attention like a live Giga Pet, so to Look the look, you started smoking cigarettes. You never Used to puff weed, true indeed, 'til you heard Boot Camp. Now it's like, "Yo, what up with the trees?" They're in a Forest—same place your corpse gon' be 'cause Fantasy never brings L-O-V-E [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and (Jean Grae)] You ain't A thug. (You just acting bugged) 'cause you Want a hug from shorty, (but she don't got love). And when you Got slugged, she said, ("It must be drugs. That ain't my) (Man. Why'd you fuck him up?") (You just acting bugged) (But she don't got love) ("It must be drugs. That ain't my) (Man") [Outro: Jean Grae] Come on, man. You ain't no goddamn thugs. "But she not in the streets." Why everybody gotta be from the streets. Y'all playing from the sidewalks, y'all living in the streets where the cars at. Come off this, please. Haaa. I be sighing. It's hot. C-Rayz, I'm out of here. I want my money for this