Ain't Got No Class

(feat. B-Real) "We'll shut this motherf**ker DOWN!" [x2] [B-Real] Yo, this is B-Real from Cypress Hill kickin it with the motherf**kin Lench Mob Showin yo' a*s, that you ain't got no cla*s [J-Dee] Everytime I see you (wha*sup) 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 a*s 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 cla*s [Chorus: B-Real] Ain't got no cla*s.. (Stucky Mack) Ain't got no cla*s.. (Stuck-y-Mack) Ain't got no cla*s.. (Stucky Mack) Ain't got no cla*s.. (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-a*s 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 motherf**kin kid be, hongry" Went into my pockets, and got a twenty dollar bill I said, "Go buy your motherf**kin 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 a*s in the ditch where the crackhead at cause the bitch, ain't got no cla*s [Chorus: B-Real] Ain't got no cla*s.. (Stucky Mack) Ain't got no cla*s.. (Stuck-y-Mack) Ain't got no cla*s.. (Stucky Mack) No the bitch ain't got no cla*s (Stucky-f**kin-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 f**ked up, with the ba*shead 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 motherf**kin 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 f**k 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 a*s cause my moms, ain't got no cla*s [Chorus: B-Real] Ain't got no cla*s.. (Stucky Mack) Ain't got no cla*s.. (Stuck-y-Mack) Ain't got no cla*s.. (Stucky Mack) No moms ain't got no cla*s Ain't got no cla*s.. (Stucky Mack) Ain't got no cla*s.. (Stucky-f**kin-Mack) Ain't got no cla*s.. (Stucky Mack) No moms ain't got no cla*s [B-Real] Ain't that right J-Dee? She need to get on with her sorry a*s Beitch! "We'll shut this motherf**ker DOWN!" [x4]