Дамир Настратулин - That Ain't Classy | Текст песни

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• Дамир Настратулин
• That Ain't Classy

You want it, you need it, I got it (cause this is how it's goin down)
You want it, you need it, I got it

[Classified]
They call me Mr. Negativity, call it how I see
Yes I'm back in the vicinity, bringin what you need
Plus all of the amenities, not what you consider the
Run of the mill, runnin the drill, none of it's real, celebrity (oh, no, no!)
I don't let any of it get to me
I am more a mystery, mentally and physically
Yeah I seen the bright lights, ever so vividly
Partied with the star types and mingled with the industry
But jeez, we don't need another hero
I relate to real people, not these self-centered weirdos
Flamboyant wannabe, oh so flashy
If you ask me, that really isn't classy
You'll never see me with my sunglasses on in a club
Dancin on a table to my own song gettin buzzed (nah)
And you'll never see me with a couple bottles of Cris'
Tryin to pick up on a chick like "bitch, you want this?" That ain't classy

[Hook - Classified]
The radio is playin my song and I got a record label that's puttin me on
But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy, I'm a do what I gotta do
And, if you're not relatin it's hard, not to hate 'em
Don't care what they're sayin, I ain't changin
That ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy

[Classified]
Uh, aiyyo, my daily insecurities
Got me locked down, like I'm sittin in security
Gettin locked down and it never did occur to me
It presented perfectly, verbally, my uncertainties could turn into my currencies (but)
You'll never see my shirt wide open
With the chest hair blowin in the wind, I know it
And you'll never see me lose it tryin to justify my music
At award shows cause I didn't win, I know it
I'm adamant, I won't become extravagant
Cause yo' my management and the guys I travel with ain't havin it
I'm just an average man who happened to have a plan
Never had to front on who I am to attract a fan
And don't be mad cause I never pop bottles
I don't waste my money, I save my money, returnin pop bottles
Don't hate, wait (wait), I ain't tryin to save, I'm tryin to get paid
I'm tryin to work to earn the money I make, that's classy

[Hook - Classified]
The radio is playin my song and I got a record label that's puttin me on
But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy, I'm a do what I gotta do
And, if you're not relatin it's hard, not to hate 'em
Don't care what they're sayin, I ain't changin
That ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy

You want it, you need it, I got it (cause this is how it's goin down)
You want it, you need it, I got it

[Classified]
Uh, yeah, now I'm the one makin many beats, pumpin in the trunk
I'm the one smokin plenty trees, puffin in the club
I'm the one gettin loose, Friday night, havin fun
Spillin drinks on the wifey, when I'm a little drunk
That's classy, I guess I'm the ultimatum
And y'all aware, I'm often hated cause they not relatin
And I don't feel offended, everyone can say their peace
I just really hate pretendin, so all you get is me, that's classy (classy, classy, HA!)

[Hook - Classified]
The radio is playin my song and I got a record label that's puttin me on
But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy, I'm a do what I gotta do
And, if you're not relatin it's hard, not to hate 'em
Don't care what they're sayin, I ain't changin
That ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy

[Eminem]
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to 'em
Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to 'em
I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence
I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it
You mothafuckers could never do it like I could do it
Don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
Don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest
I spit the illest shit ever, been dropped in two inch
So ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock
Listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen
Motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey
Till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty
And lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me
And put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity
I'm a soldier

[Hook - Classified]
The radio is playin my song and I got a record label that's puttin me on
But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy, I'm a do what I gotta do
And, if you're not relatin it's hard, not to hate 'em
Don't care what they're sayin, I ain't changin
That ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy