Ain't Got No Class

"We'll shut this motherfucker DOWN!" (2x)

[B-Real]

Yo, this is B-Real from Cypress Hill

kickin it with the motherfuckin Lench Mob

Showin yo' ass, that you ain't got no class

[J-Dee]

Everytime I see you (whassup) you always on a mission

You're up too early in the mornin to go fishin

Wishin you can catch you somebody slippin

so you can sell his shit, and go get you a hit

when you need to be at home with your god damn children

That's why your landlord wants you out the buildin

cause you haven't paid your rent in six months

You got rats and roaches and your kids've got the mumps

cause you like to spend your checks on bumps

I saw your little boys eatin oatmeal lumps

My oh my, I wish you was my father

cause I'd take your ass out and wouldn't even bother

tellin them I did it - yeah fool I did it

Pops kept smokin so I had to end that bullshit

This ain't a story bout a kid from a broken home

It's all about a son, who father that was gone

So if you're out there and you're lookin for a blast

I'ma blast cause you ain't got no class

[Chorus: B-Real]

Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)

Ain't got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack)

Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)

Ain't got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack)

[J-Dee]

In my neighborhood, there's a girl named Sonya

For a hit and some (??) you're guaranteed to bone her

The funky-ass aroma, comin from her crouch

I see why +Mama Said Knock You Out+

Now this is a shame, to seen a girl look this way

I been everywhere, ain't it only in, L.A.

Not only do I see 'em, I always try to greet 'em

I say do you have some kids? (Hell yeah!) Feed 'em

Cause I remember one thing that Mom Duke told me

"Never let a motherfuckin kid be, hongry"

Went into my pockets, and got a twenty dollar bill

I said, "Go buy your motherfuckin kids a Happy Meal"

and followed her to Mickey D's and made sure she bought the shit

And if she wouldn'ta man I swear to God I woulda hurt the bitch

Threw her ass in the ditch where the crackhead at

cause the bitch, ain't got no class

[Chorus: B-Real]

Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)

Ain't got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack)

Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)

No the bitch ain't got no class (Stucky-fuckin-Mack)

[J-Dee talking over chorus]

It's a damn shame

Smoked up her kid's money

Boy can't even eat

[J-Dee]

You come home fucked up, with the basshead calls

Kids got no lunch money cause you smoked it all up

You get your first period, stomach just growlin

Look outside, the teacher think that it's thunderin

but it's not thunder it's your little boy's tummy

Now don't it make you feel like a motherfuckin dummy?

He can't feed hisself, and his moms can't either

Basehead parents; man we don't really need 'em

Especially if they smokin and the home is broken

at nutrition time, my niggaz be like jokin

Sayin that I'm bummy, I'm thinkin bout my tummy

I'm hungry as FUCK and moms smoked up our bucks

Now I gotta do her with a slug (Stucky Mack)

Now I gotta do her like a thug (buck buck buck!)

Now I gotta go, shoot up the drug spots

Mr. Police, could you please take my mug shot

Three hots in the cot for my ass

cause my moms, ain't got no class

[Chorus: B-Real]

Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)

Ain't got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack)

Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)

No moms ain't got no class

Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)

Ain't got no class.. (Stucky-fuckin-Mack)

Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)

No moms ain't got no class

[B-Real]

Ain't that right J-Dee?

She need to get on with her sorry ass

Beitch!

"We'll shut this motherfucker DOWN!" (4x)