Ain't I

Uh, uh, uh, Im in the, Im in the, Im in the
Im in the business of making music, that music business
The fitness, no one can witness cause I
I make that crack music (*****!), uh
That real Black music (*****!)
The only singles that Im dropping are the ones
Flapping at the band of your white briefs
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets by the seams of they jeans
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, and run it to the hills yall
Straight into my pocket, tired of the deals dog
Start my own label, keep the leaking sealed off
If you got a big mouth, then you might get peeled off
Im the only fat-lipped bass, my flipper, vroom, peel off
Eating flounder, Sebastians like some bath salts
Munching on his bones, looking at him like 'Its yo fault!'
'Look at what you made me do! Yo, pass the hot sauce'
Looking at the back of Sophia Eriss head
Eating a sammich (but we dont got bread!)
Got a spider ass bite on my head, hangry
Feeling soupy, I brought my **** in, yo Im duckin
Donald, Daffy, Howards, them cowards
Could never throw shots at a super with power
What was Russia without the czars?
What was Henry Ford without the cars?
My grandparents worked at Ford factory
So Henry is nothing without my family tree
And his slave-owning family needed Black blood still
So I think we need a spot up on Henrys will
That would never be the case, in case you aint keeping up
Im dishing out casesof that heavy bass
And them bassheads straight from the oppressors loins
Are giving us our 'Free us!' in hella coin
So bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, about to give oratories in stadiums and laboratories
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, about to give oratories--
(Big GRRRL, Small World!)
It dont matter how deep yo pockets go
They still get they fill, fingers scrape the bottom
It dont matter how deep yo soul is
They sho is blinded by the light
It dont matter how deep yo pockets go
They still get they fill, fingers scrape the bottom
It dont matter how deep yo soul is
They sho is blinded by the light!
(Crazy !)
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop , about to give oratories in stadiums and laboratories
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, about to give oratories in stadiums and laboratories
And aint I a woman? Aint I a woman? Aint I a woman?!