Ain’t Nothing Comin’

Lyrics
[Intro: DJ Yella & Arabian Prince] Hey, you know those two girls I've been talking to? Yeah, those cuties that live around the corner? Man, dry, you hear me? Bone, flat, dry What? That first one with the thick legs Got me waiting five, six weeks, still dry That little short one Yeah Been buying her things, ain't got nothing comin' Hold up, here come that one right now [Verse 1: MC JB & DJ Yella] Ay, what's happening baby Hey, and I ain't yo' baby, let me set you straight right now I done told you time and time again, you have to wait What you want me to do? Turn into a monk? Look, I know it's hard, it's been since weeks, but you just have to sacrifice See, you can't rush perfection, and of course, that's what I am Wait a minute, who you think you arе? You ain't perfect Look, look, look Frankly, I just don't give a damn Now first thing's first Don't bе kissing all over my neck, getting all worked up, go home and take a cold shower And another thing brother, you look like one of the distant cousins of The Simpsons Who me? So lookie here, get out my face, yo 'Cause you ain't got nothing comin' [Bridge: DJ Yella & Arabian Prince] Man, she just dissed you Man, she ain't diss me Alright Not me Matter fact, the other one's coming right now I'm gonna show you how the kid does it [Verse 2: Baby D & DJ Yella] Ay, I love you baby Wait, wait, wait, hold up Don't even try to come at me like that, 'cause I'm not no skanless tramp that's gon' let you have your way I ain't trying We both know you like to buy me things, that's fine Oh is that so? But in return, you expect me to hop in bed and knock yo' socks off That's right This ain't no pay per view, you think I'm just a fly-by next express, 9.95 a package, next day air? Nah, that ain't gon' work, jerk Jerk? So check this out, go on back to your rundown lil' shack, take these fake gold-plated chains with these bubblegum wannabe nike tennis shoes 'Cause you ain't got nothing comin' [Bridge: DJ Yella & Arabian Prince] Haha, wait-a-go romeo! Yeah right man, what's up with that man? What's up with that? You know, them girls was just a little upset, that's all But they see me with you, but that's okay, I can bounce back real quick See that across the street? Yeah Do you see that? Yeah I see that I'ma show you how to walk over there, and give her a few of my lines Show you how it's done Lead it on! This how you do it [Verse 3: Sassy C & DJ Yella] H-hey, hey, hey, hey What's up miss pretty thang? Huh, I know you didn't step to me with them weak lines Haven't I seen you somewhere before? But I thought- Don't I know you from somewhere? Hey, hey, hey, hey, you look familiar to me Now my brotha, you know that's real old, older than them holey tied, raggedy lookin', 501's you wearin' What? And, get that ''catch a girl line'' book from hangin' out your would-be back pocket I was gonna- Oh, but an answer to your questions one, two, and three No, you haven't seen me before No, you don't know me Yes, I look familiar, but so does Aunt Jemima to a bottle of syrup To take your drag, drama, whatever back to that bus stop from which you came 'Cause you ain't got nothing comin' [Bridge: DJ Yella & Arabian Prince] Man, you got some bread? 'Cause you just got roasted! Ha-ha man, it ain't like it sounds You mean it sounds like it ain't, right? No, it ain't like it sounds Yeah, yeah, yeah Hold, wait a minute, who side you on? I'm not on yo' side Why you ain't on my side? You on their side? Ay man, you heard what they said about you? Man, they ain't, believe me, I got full Stride free I bettin' a thousand, believe me Mhm You don't believe me? Stride free Check this out, break the music down Let me tell you something [Bridge: DJ Yella] First of all, waiting six weeks? I wouldn't wait because, I was messin' with you friend, Suzie You know? It was pretty good, gave it through And uh, Baby D? The stuff I gave you, is what JB threw back at me, so uh, I had to make myself look good And Sassy C, two times! I ain't got nothing coming? You ain't got nothing coming! [Outro: DJ Yella] Hit it Mike See ya!
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Credits
- Writers
- Baby D (J.J. Fad)
- Juana Michelle Burns
- Michelle Franklin