This Ain't Funny - Loon: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

This Ain't Funny

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Hip-Hop/Rap

This Ain't Funny was released on October 21, 2003 by Bad Boy Records as a part of the album Loon

Song Details

AlbumLoon

Release DateOctober 21, 2003

LabelBad Boy Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM99

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Loon

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

C. Hawkins

Songwriter

Jc Oliver

Songwriter

R.Walters

Songwriter

S. Barnes

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mark Pitts

Associate Producer

Chris Athens

Mastering Engineer

Hasib Goldstein

Hasib Goldstein

Mixing Engineer

Poke

Producer

TONE

Producer

Lyrics

Uh yeah, c'mon, uh, yo, aiyyo

How I'm gon' forget my muscle, I just had to switch my hustle

And try to make hits that crush you, and dance like Nipsey Russell

And have Puff doin the hustle, I do what I must do

I keeps my shit consistent, I keeps my listeners listenin

My rocks be glistenin, I come through blocks be hissin

But **** can't stop my mission

My main intention, is to make **** pay attention

I don't wanna call my henchman

I got some French men, that come through put some French in

Or Muslim to burn **** body like incense

If Loon dies, wolves come out like moon rise

And make **** hard to find like moon pie

If you wise ****, you'll move like two pies

Then to stand here and keep on lookin in Loon eyes

[Chorus] - 2X (with second time starting with "now")

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

I'm just another brother that's out to get cash

The goal of the street is to hold ya own

If you smart, then you never got to hold no chrome

Uh, yeah, now this verse I feel I owe you

You tryna get dough I show you, even if I don't know you

Tell you couple things I go through

And maybe you can get some dough too, just spit your vocals

And do the shit Tone and Poke do, or get a **** work the pro tools

I chose a local, **** that's probably broke to

So this way a **** could blow to

I beg to differ, you the type **** bread get thicker

Top of that, **** head get bigger

Go 'head then ****, you don't know where you headin ****

Last year you was a beggin ****

Never said the **** was even close to bein bred from ****

You got a plan, get ya bread then ****

I fed you ****, just like Moses when I led you ****

I could see why **** dread you ****, uh

Ha, ha, haha, never find that funny (why?)

Girl you know I works hard for my money (hmm)

You callin me a thief please, don't even try it

Find ya groupie ass a seat and be quiet

She almost got cut short, you know scissors

For stuntin on that kid, who neck look like lizard

That young Harlem ****, who lifestyle exquisite

And all the young ladies can't wait to come visit

Loon, I stay on ass like sassoon

Mansion with 22 rooms in Cancun

Handsome, I keep the girls glancin and dancin

Prone to rock stone when I blow my advancement

Never alone, either home or romancin

**** get in the zone when I'm rollin my Branson

And yo chances of you gettin this shit is no chances

You better get a drink and go dancin

Written by: C. Hawkins, Jc Oliver, R.Walters, S. Barnes

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