Artist: T-Pain f/ Detail, E-40
Album:  rEVOLVEr
Song:   Nuthin
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Intro: "nothin, nothin, nothin" repeats in background]
Yo! Mm-hmm
Pizzle, fire
Yo, here we go
Listen

[Detail]
You niggaz ain't nothin, nothin, nothin
See me undercover fist pumpin wit'cha cousin
Pull up to the club, let you hear the speakers bump
With a honey in the Hummer got her cummin on my thumb
I get second to none, drummer steady drummin
And I dont need keys, I'm just thumpin on the button
Shorty want my lovin she not thinkin nothin of it
So I told her get in line, she can come and take a number
She lookin at my pocket like she gettin somethin from me
And if she thinks she is then this bitch is really dumbin
I'm a boss, get lost
Maybach, Rick Ross
I'm lookin for a chick with the ability to get that booty jumpin
You see what I got kickin, put my meat off in that oven
And when it's all over, you can get ready for supper
They say that I'm a porn star, call me T-Pumper

[Chorus]
Nothin, nothin, nothin; nothin, nothin, nothin (what you say?) {*2X*}
Nothin, nothin, nothin; nothin, nothin, nothin
Hey I got her shakin that thing like it... hell naw! Hell naw!
Said her ass so fat, she ain't even tryin tuck it
Got her suckin and fuckin like it's nothin, nothin, nothin

[T-Pain]
Hey~! Look at this motherfuckin rug that I'm cuttin
These bitches act saditty but these chickens steady cluckin
Like it's nothin, nothin, nothin, and they don't give a fuck
if I'm up in the Maserati or I'm duckin in the bucket
And I love it, big chain
Teddy P, T-Pain
That's me, I do my thang
Twenty-eights, turnin lane!
They see me with a couple bad bitches and they know I keep it truckin
Bottle of that drink and I'm feelin kinda lucky
And if they're playin games it's the deuces that I'm tuckin
Cause they know why they came, they ain't fuckin, nigga fuck them
In the butt (in the butt) what's up? (What's up?)
Damn right you gon' let a nigga cut
Fo' sho', ye ain't know? Ay!
Teddy Pain from the eight-five-oh
Pussy nigga ain't

[Chorus]

[E-40]
Uhhh! She might be 19, but she ain't green
Her coochie get sticky and gooky like vaseline (vaseline)
UHHHH~!! But I'm much growner
So I sent my son Droop-E on her
He knocked it out the park, hit a homer off her quarters
Zip up rock and a six-pack of Corona
Damn fool! He a boss
like his pops gamed up hella cool, beitch!!
When I slide through the function, kisses and huggin
Hella alcohol, and I ain't talkin 'bout rubbin
Squares mean muggin, cause we forward and they backward
Got a hand on they chest for nothin
I got an ass on my chest for somethin
(HOLD UP!) That's what I told that square ass pooter
(What'chu tell that mutt?) I'll spaghetti yo' noodle
She off Ciroc and that Henny in that Landy
Got on pink panties lookin like Nuvo

[Chorus] - repeat 2X