If it Ain't Rough, it Ain't Me

(Chorus) If it ain't rough, it ain't me, no it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) (Spice 1) More chips no kippers more bits like your computer With a niglet with the criminal mind like Lex Luger I, leave your top in your lap like I-B-M N-a-navigators, TV's be ridin' them I be him, black beany a brim, twenty inch rim The niggas b-a-bustin' them thangs ridin' with them Slide 'em in, niggas swallow butch like ride 'em in Creep and crawl on they ass like Spiderman Out of men, without the man next to the man Out of men that'll have ya ass buried in sand We ain't playin', layin' niggas across the flo' you gots to go No waitin' for the cops to roll that's pot and a coal Rose like a popsickle and tag his toe, hit him with the calacoal I ride fo' sure and it it ain't rough it ain't me Forever be thugged out Mr. Bossalini (Chorus) If it ain't rough, it ain't me, no it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) (Spice 1) Slam dunk this uzi up in your chest like J.R. cause I'mma rider Score thirty six shots in one body slugs burn inside You don't think I'm bad, nobody know karate Just a thugged out nigga puttin' hollows up in your body I don't fuck around with that return from the dead So I make sure I blow off half the back of your head Nigga we skyballin', call me Lucci Skyballer, fly talker Catty trunks with dead carcuses in 'em I spit venom, born to sin 'em sick as fuck With a thug disease, niggas tradin' slugs for cheese In the year two-g's, we call it Y2-YAY And wonder why I pack two AK's, witness the end of days I'm on shots on niggas lotsa niggas to die Hit bitches between their thighs and niggas between their eyes Just pick me with the blunt off in my mouth is lit I smoke the knockout King's two thousand two shit (Chorus) If it ain't rough, it ain't me, no it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) (Spice 1) When you come to my city your vest best be tight on I thought you niggas knew the West was Spice 1 Please believe it, we heated with fullies Pull these triggers with baguettes on the index Flexi blast pumpin' like Lex off the X We don't give a fuck we buryin' niggas Never die alone is what we steady tell our young niggas If they comin' to get'cha, take a couple of 'em wit'cha Got 'em rollin' with the "Strap On The Side" Now can you picture me bustin' with saggy pants on runnin' with killers? Bail up on your front lawn with a truck full of niggas We bring nightmares to snitches hangin' around a alley West Sides' finest thug niggas straight outta Cali Bringin' it to ya live, raw and uncut Space ballin', diamonds shinin', plottin' pictures of shit Nigga what I leave you shouldered in the midget of some quicksand Have your ass limpin' around here with a wooden leg and a kick-stand (Chorus) If it ain't rough, it ain't me, no it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me)