You Ain't Right - Kid Frost

[chorus   Diane Gordon] 
you're no good 
you're no good  baby 
baby  you're no good 
you're no good 
you're no good  baby 
baby  you're no good 
[verse 1   A.L.T.] 
I was raised in a rough neighborhood 
up to no good 
I'm looking at the older fools in my hood 
I wanna walk like 'em 
I wanna talk like 'em 
I wanna be a little G and hold a glock like 'em 
I wear my dickies creased  I wanna sag 
I wanna inhale some paint out of paper bags 
and big puffing up a block got a fat money roll 
and a firme '64 
so 
I guess it's me against the world 
I'm only 13 and I'm raising up a baby girl 
and I'm inducted in a hall of crime 
'cause they jumped my ass in back in '79 
now how you gonna tell me, that I should get a job 
dirty money spends easy so I'd rather rob you, fool 
but that's how it goes in the hood 
and momma used to say that I was no damn good 
[chorus] 
[verse 2 - A.L.T.] 
I knock on the door about 6 in the morn' 
"where the hell you been now it's the crack of dawn?" 
I've been working in the studio hooking up some videos 
but she knows I was out with some little hoes 
it's like that song it's a thin line 
she's starving for attention cause it's been a long time 
and when I come home, I smell like a woman 
there's lipstick on my collar 
a phone number on a dollar 
but that's just me 
and just last week she found a hotel key 
now every single time 
she be hitting star 69 
not knowing who she might find on the other line 
will it be my homey 
or will it be my hina 
will she come home early and find