Ain't No Tellin'

(Yeah, what's up?)
Lil' Jon
And my muthafuckin' nigga
(Mac muthafuckin' Dre!)
Let's go!
It's been a minute since they heard you, Dre
(Check this out!
Finna get to some pimp playa shit on they punk asses though, you know?)
Spit that shit, though
Let's go!
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a bitch'll do!
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do!
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a bitch'll do!
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do!
Whole lotta A shit, whole lotta Bay shit
If you ain't gettin' hyphy in this bitch, then you're basic!
Ain't no tellin' what she did, she ain't say shit
I'm on that gas, on mama, got me higher than a spaceship!
I got hella hoes and they all gettin' swooped (They all go!)
I got a mean in the coupe (coupe!)
Gettin' to that new Lil' Jon, Mac Dre shit
Gettin' stupid, dumb, nigga, extra lit!
She gon' pop that ass, shawty extra thick!
And I'mma pop my collar 'cause I'm extra lit!
Bring the bottles, do a split, you'll get some extra tips!
And if the boppers outta pocket, we got extra chicks!
We on stage, perkin' on stage
I got two girls and they goin' both ways
Asked her where she from, she said "Boy, I'm from the Bay!"
Who her favorite rapper? She said, "Nigga, Mac Dre!"
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a bitch'll do!
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do!
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a bitch'll do!
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do!
Mac named Dre is a big fool, sick fool
And if you ain't down then suck my dick, fool
I don't give a fuck about a nigga or bitch too
I run with a big crew, and yeah, they sick too!
As I get to bustin' this introduction
Of mind corruption and rhyme seduction
I spill and fill brains with game and mo' thangs
Like them dope thangs and what that hoe bring
Creep on Crest streets, speak on fresh beats
Hit the motel, and freak on fresh sheets
And wet sheets, is the end result
Been killin' on cock since ten years old!
See I blend this old game with this new
And ain't no telling what a bitch'll do
Now picture you in my position
Steady getting sweated by the opposition
Could you handle all this scandal
And keep on steppin' like boots and sandals
My handle, is young Mac Dre
Silky Slim, is my A.K.A
And you know that Bay is my rompin' grounds
I mean stompin' grounds
But I like the way Rompin' sounds!
So I'ma keep it romp-related
And if it ain't down with the romp, I hate it!
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a bitch'll do!
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do!
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a bitch'll do!
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do!