U Don’t Want Dat - Petey Pablo

U Don't Want Dat - Petey Pablo
Let me tell y'all niggaz like this here right
It's 2003 my ni**a
All that all that yappin at the mouth sh*t my ni**a
Um niggaz ain't with that sh*t my ni**a
We don't play that sh*t no more mane
Soon as a ni**a start talkin that sh*t
Mane you on the floor shawty
Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(Yeah) Yeah(YEAH )
Watch a ni**a get swole on (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch a b**ch get rolled on (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch that ni**a get laid out (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch them b**ches get ** out (For talkin that sh*t)
You don't want none ni**a you don't want none
You don't want none b**ch you don't want none
You don't want none ni**a you don't want none
You don't want none b**ch you don't want none
You don't like me I don't like you
You want to fight me I want to fight you
Put yo hands up ni**a put yo hands up b**ch
Put yo hands up hoe put yo hands up trick
F**k these rental cops they don't run sh*t
Who run this sh*t we run this b**ch
Put yo hands up ni**a put yo hands up b**ch
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 ni**a put yo hands up b**ch
Put yo hands up you hoe put yo hands up you trick
I'm from a small town called whoop a ni**a a**
And I mean we'll whoop a ni**a a**
And I mean we'll beat a b**ch to death
And I mean carry him all the way there
Take a ni**a down the dirt path to the junk yad
Where it's stankin at
Put his a** 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 ni**a I ain't scared of them hoes
And I definately ain't scared of tight
T-shirt as ni**a that thank he swole
Watch a ni**a get swole on (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch a b**ch get rolled on (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch that ni**a get laid out (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch them b**ches get ** out (For talkin that sh*t)
You don't want none ni**a you don't want none
You don't want none b**ch you don't want none
You don't want none ni**a you don't want none
You don't want none b**ch you don't want none
I don't blame you I blame yo mammy b**ch
She should've f**ked yo daddy
She should've sucked his dick
You's a punk boy a f**k boy
That like it in the a** with somethin real hard
So when he come motherf**kers you can stand him up
Ask one of these niggaz I was tearin him up
Have them sayin that country boy bad as f**k
Came in here with a heater and had to bust
Take the bullets from a gun ni**a add them up
Put him right back in before I put it on
I'm sayin this game ain't changed much
Still the same motherf**ker used to sell the ***
Still the same one used to come to the club
See a ni**a leave a ni**a 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 ni**a ain't cone before
And nothin that a ni**a 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 f**k I said
Cause I meant it
Watch a ni**a get swole on (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch a b**ch get rolled on (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch that ni**a get laid out (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch them b**ches get ** out (For talkin that sh*t)
You don't want none ni**a you don't want none
You don't want none b**ch you don't want none
You don't want none ni**a you don't want none
You don't want none b**ch you don't want none