Don't Bring Me No Bag

2 views

Lyrics

Hey man, get the door
 These mother fuckers think it's CVS around this bitch
 Tell him we ain't 'bout that shit
 Yo, who is it?
 Uhh, Nick
 Yo, nigga, what up?
 Oh, nothin'
 Why you come to this mother fucker so early all the time, man?
 You-you said 1 o'clock
 I don't give a fuck what I said, nigga
 I don't get out the bed before two-thirty
 Don't come through this mother fucker so early next time, nigga
 Understood
 Let's see what'chu got
 Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope
 Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
 Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope
 Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
 Ain't no disrespect, well maybe it is
 Ain't no trappin' here, well look here now, bitch
 Ain't no Oxycotin, no coke or no fizz
 Have you forgotten who the fuck that I is?
 Trap or die, that's a lie, niggas fry or testify
 Super fly, get super high, jigga boo shit, supersize
 Niggas do shit and justify
 You can do shit and get euthanized
 I could do shit, that's no surprise
 Serve your ass, two piece and fries
 Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope
 Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
 Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope
 Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
 You niggas high as fuck, got slow reaction
 I done sobered up and I'm down for action
 And I fuck you up, if you come 'round askin'
 Don't try to play me like I'm Anglo-Saxon
 You a mouse in a trap house, I'm a dog in a cat house
 I'm comin' like Harriet Tubman, you comin' like Harry the drug man
 Some niggas don't give a fuck, man, 'bout they own people sufferin'
 Talkin' 'bout that they strugglin', made somethin' from nothin'
 Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope
 Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
 Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope
 Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
 I'ma kill me a dope dealer
 I'ma douse me a trap house
 Who let the dogs out?
 I'ma make niggas crawl out
 I'ma make niggas call out to Jesus and they momma
 Right before they vomit blood out they stomach
 This for my auntie, she smoked your shit daily
 And this'll make you crumble, yeah, just like it did my uncle
 And this'll make you meet your maker, understand that he's the baker
 Got your ass on the slab now you the dope for the undertaker
 Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope
 Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
 Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope
 Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
 Don't bring me no bag
 Don't bring me no bag
 You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house
 You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house
 You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house
 You a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house

Audio Features

Song Details

Duration
03:37
Key
1
Tempo
135 BPM

Share

More Songs by Ice Cube

Albums by Ice Cube

Similar Songs