You Ain’t That Fine

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Underrated] I don't mean to be mean, believe me, no No, you can't have my email, my sell, or my home phone I hit that home grown, watch how these hoes grow If you got these riches, you making these little bitches moan Girls walking around, talking about a free ride You thinking you getting in the car, and you gon get mine? If the thuggin' ain't workin', the villains for cirtain To get payed, then them dudes be skirtin' Lose lose situation, they pationtly daten They split apart, waitin for this penetration They getting fucked to death, they getting fucked in the head They still be thinking they cool, but no, I'm not impressed New dresses and atitudes have arived You choose to tell lies, still fool with hella guys You's a wannabe, bitch, said you wanted me, but you gotta be blind Bitch, you ain't that fine [Chorus: Bosko] A groupie for the green Wanna be on my team You ain't that fine Why you come to the club If you ain't showin no love? You ain't that fine Just 'cause your friend look good Don't mean you look good You ain't that fine Girl, you look like a nickle, but you think you a dime You ain't that fine [Verse 2: E-40] Man, I hate a stuck up, conceited ass braud Thinkin she fine, but she the opisit, that's all You lil yot, I know your type The fake hair and nails, and them boobies don't look right You out here trying every night Tryna find a Rescue Ronny, get your ass up right Bitch, you got your ears mixed up Who the fuck you think you fooling? Who you think I am, a sucker? Hoe, I stop you with my pimp cut Don't come at me, unless you wanna get fucked up I still see you plannin on finger fuckin' I'm a grown motherfuckin' man, I'll roast your ass like a duck I'm down with the Potluck 707, I'm on that Cali', nigga what Drinkin Rass and Rum You look good, but you ugley inside You ain't that fine [Chorus: Bosko] A groupie for the green Wanna be on my team You ain't that fine Why you come to the club If you ain't showin no love? You ain't that fine Just 'cause your friend look good Don't mean you look good You ain't that fine Girl, you look like a nickle, but you think you a dime You ain't that fine [Verse 3: 1-Ton] It's like a funny little game, more things change More things stay the same, I say "honey, what's your name?" She say "not a damb thing", girl, I hate to burst your bubble And don't wanna 'cause no trouble But you ain't that fine, I been hollering for years Got a belly full of beers But I tell them how it feels, you crying them tears Copped them toes, put a bro on top of those Just cause I'm rockin shows, doesn't mean I talk to hoes You think you fine, you not hot, you ain't getting in my droptop Bosco made the beat, and I can tell him when the drop hot Walking switching your hips, and you sucking your lips And didn't you get them silicone tits? Why you wanna talk smack? Acting like you all that 'Cause you ain't that fine, so, if you less than seven Better take this as a blessin', a slingshot, using sex as a weapon [Chorus: Bosko] A groupie for the green Wanna be on my team You ain't that fine Why you come to the club If you ain't showin no love? You ain't that fine Just 'cause your friend look good Don't mean you look good You ain't that fine Girl, you look like a nickle, but you think you a dime You ain't that fine