Don't Want Dat (feat. Dyingcondones) - Zaxckso

Let me tell y'all niggaz like this here right It's 2003 my nigga All that, all that yappin at the mouth shit my nigga Um, niggaz ain't with that shit my nigga We don't play that shit no more mane Soon as a nigga start talkin that shit Mane, you on the floor shawty Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(YEAH!) [Chorus] Watch a nigga get swole on (For talkin that shit) Watch a bitch get rolled on (For talkin that shit) Watch that nigga get laid out (For talkin that shit) Watch them bitches get drug out (For talkin that shit) You don't want none, nigga you don't want none You don't want none, bitch you don't want none You don't want none, nigga you don't want none You don't want none, bitch you don't want none [Bridge 1] You don't like me, I don't like you You want to fight me, I want to fight you Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick Fuck these rental cops, they don't run shit Who run this shit, we run this bitch Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick My back ain't dirty, my lip ain't swole My head ain't busted, my nose ain't broke Put yo hands up nigga, put yo hands up bitch Put yo hands up you hoe, put yo hands up you trick [Verse 1] I'm from a small town called, whoop a nigga ass And I mean we'll whoop a nigga ass And I mean we'll beat a bitch to death And I mean, carry him all the way there Take a nigga down the dirt path to the junk yad Where it's stankin at Put his ass in a plastic bag, where there's a hole where you blast him at And I'm talkin bout, tired up witha shoe string And a fishing hook stuck in his thing Layin on empty cans, recycled bags, and some pissy as gatorade Swiss blade, what cut buddy gone enter the damn microwave Better get you a sharpener baby, cause that thang gone only get me activated You look hard, but you really soft You tried to make me mad, but you just piss me off I ain't scared of you nigga, I ain't scared of them hoes And I definately ain't scared of tight T-shirt as nigga that thank he swole [Chorus] [Bridge 2] I don't blame you, I blame yo mammy bitch She should've fucked yo daddy, she should've sucked his dick You's a punk boy, a fuck boy That like it in the ass, with somethin real hard [Verse 2] So when he come motherfuckers you can stand him up Ask one of these niggaz I was tearin him up Have them sayin that country boy bad as fuck Came in here with a heater and had to bust Put him right back in before I put it on I'm sayin this game ain't changed much Still the same motherfucker used to sell the drugs Still the same one, used to come to the club See a nigga, leave a nigga in a bag of blood In the car with his broad when the police come (Gone) For they find what they lookin for (Yeah boy) you don't hear me though Cause ain't nothin that a nigga ain't cone before And nothin that a nigga won't try again But remeber what's up and I'm is the man You gone crazy, feelin froggy then gone ahead and leap But whe nyou jump over here, try to remeber what the fuck I said Cause I meant it [Chorus]