OG Kid Frost — You Aint Right

[Hook: 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: Frost] I was raised in a rough neighborhood up to no good I'm looking at the older fools in my hood I want to walk like them, I want to talk like them I want to be a little G and hold a Glock like them I want my Dickies creased, I want to sag I want to 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 thirteen 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 going 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 [Hook: 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 2: Frost] I knock on the door about six 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 homie or will it be my hyna Will she come home early and find her Hitting that thing like I know I should My woman used to tell me I was no damn good [Hook: 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 3: Frost] Nowadays it seems like things ain't the same It's juvenile killers in my gang And all these little fools are looking up to me I'm thirty-three so they're calling me an OG And I'm telling them the stories of the old day And how we handled things in our own way We wouldn't drive-by like a little punk We'd tie his ass up and throw him in the trunk We fought toe to toe and stood like a man Not shooting out the back of an Astro Van, damn But nowadays they all on that speed and crack And most of them ended up on their back With a tag on their toe I guess they didn't know, from 1981 through 1994 Rest in peace but that's how it goes in the hood It's 1995 and it's still no good [Scratching (To all the homies rest in peace)] [Hook: 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 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 You're no good, you're no good, baby Baby, you're no good