No More Songtext
von Capone

I ain′t got time to play around no more
I ain't got love to spread around no more
It′s time to get paid, now show me the dough
It used to be friends but it ain't no more

They said it couldn't be done, a Mexican ain′t supposed to rap
I′m droppin' killer sixteens, what you think about that?
You′ve been hatin' my dream homes, but I ain′t hatin' back
Sold my first ten tracks out a full backpack

Moved a couple K ′cause my peeps had faith
It just wasn't the time, so yo, a homie had to wait
I'm tellin′ my broad by next year it′s gonna pop
Twelve more months of bein' pissed off
And I′m watchin' you boys but no dudes pass me up
Straight to the radio, I′m straight up hatin' yo
Four records later, I′m movin' up the chain
Nay radio play, but I got street fame
Almost got a million in the bankroll


Owe it to my gente, for that fool I'm thankful
Regardless what the radio say, know in my heart
Ain′t a Mexican rapper that I can′t rip apart

Yo Capone man, these cats want you to do a show
How much you askin' for this time?
Man, tell ′em ten thousand, five hotel
Rooms and fifteen cases of Miller Lite
Cool dog, I'ma get right on that

I ain′t got time to play around no more
I ain't got love to spread around no more
It′s time to get paid, now show me the dough
It used to be friends but it ain't no more
It's all about me now, homie that′s for sure
If the show don′t pay, I can't do it no more
Who′s the Mexicano King? Man, you already know
And I ain't got time to play around no more

When my pen touches paper man, you know it′s somethin' classic
Ain′t no lies in my life, like most of you bastards
I don't make love songs just to make quick change
Say a lot of bad words and I still get brains


Look at all your fans, all them kids underage
You can't come to the hood, took your ghetto pass away
How it feel to be a punk who ain′t paid no dues?
How it feel to be a punk, man no one loves you?
How it feel when your homies ain′t around?

I ain't feelin′ your sound, your tracks is wack as matter of fact
Since I wrote my first songs, my skill was strong
Vida in my barrio, the topics I flowed on
Freestyle battles, competition rode on
Fire from the dome, I was sent up out the home
Respect me man, I earned my spot

Fuck around and get your ball cap shot, ha ha

I ain't got time to play around no more
I ain′t got love to spread around no more
It's time to get paid, now show me the dough
It used to be friends but it ain′t no more
It's all about me now, homie that's for sure
If the show don′t pay, I can′t do it no more
Who's the Mexicano King? Man, you already know
And I ain′t got time to play around no more

Man, this Capone from Latino Jam Records for the fifth fuckin' time
Y′all people owe me a check man, you're supposed to be a distributor
Answer your fuckin′ phone, bitch

Skills don't matter no more
It's all about the change you got, pay your way to the top

Vatos actin′ cocky like they superstars
When they wack as fuck, you vatos need to duck
′Cause a homie like me is gettin' agg, puttin′ rounds in the mag
Steppin' up to dispose you fags
Come on now, ese why you wanna front?
You know you′re broke as fuck, so how you gonna stunt?
On another vato's dick ′cause they blowin' up
Doin' his backup vocals, massagin′ his nuts
Y′all is wannabes, backwards MC's
What that means, is can′t be me's

Can′t move the crowd or M-I-C's
Homie you fail at it, ′cause you're frail at it

And if you got more, than two in your crew
Man do the economics homie, ain't no profits

I ain′t got time to play around no more
I ain′t got love to spread around no more
It's time to get paid, now show me the dough
It used to be friends but it ain′t no more
It's all about me now, homie that′s for sure
If the show don't pay, I can′t do it no more
Who's the Mexicano King? Man, you already know
And I ain't got time to play around no more