[chorus 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 A.L.T.]

I was raised in a rough neighborhood

up to no good

I'm looking at the older fools in my hood

I wanna walk like 'em

I wanna talk like 'em

I wanna be a little G and hold a glock like 'em

I wear my dickies creased I wanna sag

I wanna 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 13 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 gonna 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

[chorus]

[verse 2 - A.L.T.]

I knock on the door about 6 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 homey

or will it be my hina