Dat Ain’t My Baby lyrics

[Intro: Daz Dillinger | Woman]
Yeah, man, you know what I'm sayin'
That little motherf*cker don't look like me, man, you know what I'm sayin'
You done f*cked about twelve hundred motherf*ckers, you know what I'm sayin'
I wore a rubber, so if she can get pregnant through her mouth—
(What's up?) What's up? (I got something to tell you)
What you got to tell me? (Something I gotta let you know)
Let me know what? Nah, that ain't my baby
Yeah, all that talkin' you been talkin'
Yeah, and I'ma keep talkin' some sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'
Mhm, I got something for that ass, haha
'Cause that ain't my motherf*ckin' baby, b*tch

[Chorus: Daz Dillinger | Woman]
b*tch, that ain't my baby; b*tch, that ain't my baby
n*gga, that is your baby; n*gga, that is your baby
b*tch, that ain't my baby; b*tch, that ain't my baby
(But it look just like you) b*tch, you must be crazy
b*tch, that ain't my baby; b*tch, that ain't my baby
n*gga, that is your baby; n*gga, that is your baby
Uh, b*tch, that ain't my baby; b*tch, that ain't my baby
(But it look just like you) b*tch, you must be crazy

[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger | Kurupt]
b*tch, you know that kid ain't my baby
Why the f*ck you try to do me? I'm far from crazy
Why you try to play me?
'Cause you f*cked so many n*ggas that you can't count on one hand
'Cause it's hard to remember
'Cause I ain't the one b*tch
Do I look dumb, b*tch?
(Shut the f*ck up, b*tch; eat on a di*k, b*tch)
You hoodrat ho, you played too tricks
Get the f*ck out here, ho, get me out of your mix
If you thinkin' 'bout gettin' pregnant through your mouth, I want your pus*y
b*tch, get the f*ck out
'Cause I'm already dealin' with baby mama b*tches who wanna talk sh*t
Plus pile on a n*gga, now I'm in court tryna get it reduced
She wanted child support but 'cause she want a new coupe
b*tch, I'm dark and you a half-breed, girl, you're light-skinned
I'm surely mistaken 'cause you know that ain't my kid
Talkin' 'bout that this little girl is my baby
But the shut the f*ck up, b*tch, you can't play me
'Cause I had a rubber
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger | Woman]
b*tch, that ain't my baby; b*tch, that ain't my baby
n*gga, that is your baby; n*gga, that is your baby
b*tch, that ain't my baby; b*tch, that ain't my baby
(But it look just like you) b*tch, you must be crazy
b*tch, that ain't my baby; b*tch, that ain't my baby
n*gga, that is your baby; n*gga, that is your baby
Uh, b*tch, that ain't my baby; b*tch, that ain't my baby
(But it look just like you) b*tch, you must be crazy

[Bridge: Daz Dillinger]
Why these hoes be actin' like that?
Jealous and get pregnant just to get a n*gga trapped
And these hoes lookin' for the dough
Wantin' child support until they eighteen years old
These hoes be actin' like that
Jealous and get pregnant just to get a n*gga trapped
And these hoes lookin' for the dough
Wantin' child support until they eighteen years old

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
b*tch, that ain't my baby, you must be out your mind
You tryna twist me up, ain't you? You've done this many times
I can tell you had a gameplan, b*tch, no doubt
I'll believe if you if you can get pregnant by the mouth
Why you playing games, b*tch? The joke's on you
Pat your feet, you know just what to do
I ain't a sucker, I don't fall for that sh*t
I just laugh in your face and then call you a b*tch
Like "b*tch" (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch), leave the pills alone
You hallucinatin', all up on my di*k in the snow
I ain't trippin', I ain't tryna leave you out in the cold
But I gotta go, I can't listen to this anymore
Your priorities is f*cked, b*tch, you f*ck too much
You all stuck, but b*tch, I ain't the one 'cause
[Chorus: Daz Dillinger | Woman]
b*tch, that ain't my baby; b*tch, that ain't my baby
n*gga, that is your baby; n*gga, that is your baby
b*tch, that ain't my baby; b*tch, that ain't my baby
(But it look just like you) b*tch, you must be crazy
b*tch, that ain't my baby; b*tch, that ain't my baby
n*gga, that is your baby; n*gga, that is your baby
Uh, b*tch, that ain't my baby; b*tch, that ain't my baby
(But it look just like you) b*tch, you must be crazy

[Outro: Daz Dillinger | Woman]
This goes out to all them girls out there who be lying like a motherf*cker, you know what I'm sayin'
(Yeah, n*gga, whatever) Yeah, whatever, girl
Whatever, n*gga, I bet you gon' be paying some child support, though, right?
I ain't gon' be paying a motherf*ckin' thing, b*tch, you know what I'm sayin'
(Yeah, I gotta get mine) I got a DNA test (I gotta get my money)
You know what I'm sayin'? (And I'm gettin' it from you)
All that bullsh*t you talkin', go get it from the next man, you know what I'm sayin'
(Where my money at?) Not from me, you know what I'm sayin'
(Give me my money, n*gga) b*tch, you with another motherf*cker, not on me
I need to get some food, some diapers
sh*t, that's on the next man (I have to go get my nails done)
You better go take it up with your other baby daddy, you know what I'm sayin'
'Cause I ain't the one, b*tch — you heard that Ice Cube song
Yeah, I'ma be laughin' all the way to the bank, though, b*tch, you know what I'm sayin'
Woo