U Don't Want Dat Lyrics
| Song | U Don't Want Dat |
| Artist | Petey Pablo |
| Artist | Lil Jon |
| Album | Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Barrett, Smith | |
| I'mma tell y'all niggas like this shit right | |
| It's 2003 my nigga | |
| All that yappin' at the mouth shit my nigga, ah | |
| Man niggas ain't with that shit my nigga | |
| I don't play that shit no more man | |
| As soon as a nigga start talking that shit | |
| Man, you on the floor son | |
| Watch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit | |
| Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit | |
| Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit | |
| Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking 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 | |
| You don't like me, yeah | |
| I don't like you, yeah | |
| You wanna fight me, yeah | |
| I wanna fight you, yeah | |
| Put your hands up, nigga | |
| Put your hands up, bitch | |
| Put your hands up, hoe | |
| Put your hands up, trick | |
| **** these rental cars, yeah | |
| They don't run shit, yeah | |
| Who run this shit? | |
| We run this bitch | |
| Put your hands up, nigga | |
| Put your hands up, bitch | |
| Put your hands up, hoe | |
| Put your hands, trick | |
| My back ain't dead, yeah | |
| My lip ain't swoll, yeah | |
| My head ain't bust, yeah | |
| My nuts ain't grey, yeah | |
| Put your hands up nigga | |
| Put your hands up bitch | |
| Put your hands up hoe | |
| Put your hands up trick | |
| I'm from a small town called ' | |
| Woop a niggas ass' | |
| And I mean, well, woop a nigga ass | |
| I mean, well, beat a bitch to death | |
| And I mean, well, came all the way there | |
| Taka nigga down a dirt path to a junk yard | |
| Where it stankin' at, aha | |
| Put his ass in a plastic bag but just a home | |
| Where you blast him at | |
| I'm talkin' 'bout | |
| Tie it up with a shoe string | |
| And a picture hook stuck in the thang | |
| Layin' on empty cans and recylin' bags | |
| With some bitchass gatorade, | |
| I own a switchblade | |
| Well, cut butter to put in tha damn microwave | |
| Better get you a sharpener baby,' | |
| Cuz that thang only gonna get me aggrivated | |
| You look hard | |
| But you really soft, you cotton soft | |
| You try to make me mad, mad | |
| But you just piss me off, you piss me off | |
| Shiit I ain't scared of you nigga, nigga | |
| And I aint scared of them hoes, hoes | |
| And I definiely ain't scared of that tank | |
| T shirtAss nigga thankin' he's woe | |
| Watch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit | |
| Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit | |
| Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit | |
| Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking 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 | |
| I don't blame you, yeah | |
| I blame your mammy bitch, yeah | |
| She should't of ****ed your daddy, yeah | |
| She shoulda sucked the dick, yeah | |
| Yous a punk boy, yeah | |
| A **** boy, yeah | |
| You like it in the ass, yeah | |
| With something real hard, oh | |
| Swear to God, mother****er we be slayin' 'em up | |
| Have one of these niggas, | |
| I tear him up | |
| Havin' him sayin' that country boy was bad as **** | |
| Came hit him with a heater, ain't have to bust | |
| Take the bullets from a gun nigga, add them up | |
| Put them right back in it before | |
| I put it up | |
| I'm saying this game ain't changing much | |
| Still the same mother****ers used to sell the drugs | |
| Them same ones that used to come to the club | |
| See a nigga leave a nigga in a thang of blood | |
| In a car with a browd when the police come | |
| Gone before they find out what the hell it was of | |
| Dead wrong, you don't hear me tho | |
| But it ain't nothing that nigga ain't done before | |
| It ain't nothing that a nigga won't try again | |
| But remember that sucka's already killed a man | |
| Gone craig, gone craig still froggin' and go ahead | |
| And leap but when you jump over here, jump over here | |
| Try and remember what the **** | |
| I said 'cuz | |
| I meanWatch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit | |
| Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit | |
| Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit | |
| Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking 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 |
| zuo qu : Barrett, Smith | |
| I' mma tell y' all niggas like this shit right | |
| It' s 2003 my nigga | |
| All that yappin' at the mouth shit my nigga, ah | |
| Man niggas ain' t with that shit my nigga | |
| I don' t play that shit no more man | |
| As soon as a nigga start talking that shit | |
| Man, you on the floor son | |
| Watch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit | |
| Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit | |
| Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit | |
| Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking 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 | |
| You don' t like me, yeah | |
| I don' t like you, yeah | |
| You wanna fight me, yeah | |
| I wanna fight you, yeah | |
| Put your hands up, nigga | |
| Put your hands up, bitch | |
| Put your hands up, hoe | |
| Put your hands up, trick | |
| these rental cars, yeah | |
| They don' t run shit, yeah | |
| Who run this shit? | |
| We run this bitch | |
| Put your hands up, nigga | |
| Put your hands up, bitch | |
| Put your hands up, hoe | |
| Put your hands, trick | |
| My back ain' t dead, yeah | |
| My lip ain' t swoll, yeah | |
| My head ain' t bust, yeah | |
| My nuts ain' t grey, yeah | |
| Put your hands up nigga | |
| Put your hands up bitch | |
| Put your hands up hoe | |
| Put your hands up trick | |
| I' m from a small town called ' | |
| Woop a niggas ass' | |
| And I mean, well, woop a nigga ass | |
| I mean, well, beat a bitch to death | |
| And I mean, well, came all the way there | |
| Taka nigga down a dirt path to a junk yard | |
| Where it stankin' at, aha | |
| Put his ass in a plastic bag but just a home | |
| Where you blast him at | |
| I' m talkin' ' bout | |
| Tie it up with a shoe string | |
| And a picture hook stuck in the thang | |
| Layin' on empty cans and recylin' bags | |
| With some bitchass gatorade, | |
| I own a switchblade | |
| Well, cut butter to put in tha damn microwave | |
| Better get you a sharpener baby,' | |
| Cuz that thang only gonna get me aggrivated | |
| You look hard | |
| But you really soft, you cotton soft | |
| You try to make me mad, mad | |
| But you just piss me off, you piss me off | |
| Shiit I ain' t scared of you nigga, nigga | |
| And I aint scared of them hoes, hoes | |
| And I definiely ain' t scared of that tank | |
| T shirtAss nigga thankin' he' s woe | |
| Watch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit | |
| Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit | |
| Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit | |
| Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking 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 | |
| I don' t blame you, yeah | |
| I blame your mammy bitch, yeah | |
| She should' t of ed your daddy, yeah | |
| She shoulda sucked the dick, yeah | |
| Yous a punk boy, yeah | |
| A boy, yeah | |
| You like it in the ass, yeah | |
| With something real hard, oh | |
| Swear to God, mother er we be slayin' ' em up | |
| Have one of these niggas, | |
| I tear him up | |
| Havin' him sayin' that country boy was bad as | |
| Came hit him with a heater, ain' t have to bust | |
| Take the bullets from a gun nigga, add them up | |
| Put them right back in it before | |
| I put it up | |
| I' m saying this game ain' t changing much | |
| Still the same mother ers used to sell the drugs | |
| Them same ones that used to come to the club | |
| See a nigga leave a nigga in a thang of blood | |
| In a car with a browd when the police come | |
| Gone before they find out what the hell it was of | |
| Dead wrong, you don' t hear me tho | |
| But it ain' t nothing that nigga ain' t done before | |
| It ain' t nothing that a nigga won' t try again | |
| But remember that sucka' s already killed a man | |
| Gone craig, gone craig still froggin' and go ahead | |
| And leap but when you jump over here, jump over here | |
| Try and remember what the | |
| I said ' cuz | |
| I meanWatch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit | |
| Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit | |
| Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit | |
| Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Barrett, Smith | |
| I' mma tell y' all niggas like this shit right | |
| It' s 2003 my nigga | |
| All that yappin' at the mouth shit my nigga, ah | |
| Man niggas ain' t with that shit my nigga | |
| I don' t play that shit no more man | |
| As soon as a nigga start talking that shit | |
| Man, you on the floor son | |
| Watch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit | |
| Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit | |
| Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit | |
| Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking 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 | |
| You don' t like me, yeah | |
| I don' t like you, yeah | |
| You wanna fight me, yeah | |
| I wanna fight you, yeah | |
| Put your hands up, nigga | |
| Put your hands up, bitch | |
| Put your hands up, hoe | |
| Put your hands up, trick | |
| these rental cars, yeah | |
| They don' t run shit, yeah | |
| Who run this shit? | |
| We run this bitch | |
| Put your hands up, nigga | |
| Put your hands up, bitch | |
| Put your hands up, hoe | |
| Put your hands, trick | |
| My back ain' t dead, yeah | |
| My lip ain' t swoll, yeah | |
| My head ain' t bust, yeah | |
| My nuts ain' t grey, yeah | |
| Put your hands up nigga | |
| Put your hands up bitch | |
| Put your hands up hoe | |
| Put your hands up trick | |
| I' m from a small town called ' | |
| Woop a niggas ass' | |
| And I mean, well, woop a nigga ass | |
| I mean, well, beat a bitch to death | |
| And I mean, well, came all the way there | |
| Taka nigga down a dirt path to a junk yard | |
| Where it stankin' at, aha | |
| Put his ass in a plastic bag but just a home | |
| Where you blast him at | |
| I' m talkin' ' bout | |
| Tie it up with a shoe string | |
| And a picture hook stuck in the thang | |
| Layin' on empty cans and recylin' bags | |
| With some bitchass gatorade, | |
| I own a switchblade | |
| Well, cut butter to put in tha damn microwave | |
| Better get you a sharpener baby,' | |
| Cuz that thang only gonna get me aggrivated | |
| You look hard | |
| But you really soft, you cotton soft | |
| You try to make me mad, mad | |
| But you just piss me off, you piss me off | |
| Shiit I ain' t scared of you nigga, nigga | |
| And I aint scared of them hoes, hoes | |
| And I definiely ain' t scared of that tank | |
| T shirtAss nigga thankin' he' s woe | |
| Watch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit | |
| Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit | |
| Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit | |
| Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking 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 | |
| I don' t blame you, yeah | |
| I blame your mammy bitch, yeah | |
| She should' t of ed your daddy, yeah | |
| She shoulda sucked the dick, yeah | |
| Yous a punk boy, yeah | |
| A boy, yeah | |
| You like it in the ass, yeah | |
| With something real hard, oh | |
| Swear to God, mother er we be slayin' ' em up | |
| Have one of these niggas, | |
| I tear him up | |
| Havin' him sayin' that country boy was bad as | |
| Came hit him with a heater, ain' t have to bust | |
| Take the bullets from a gun nigga, add them up | |
| Put them right back in it before | |
| I put it up | |
| I' m saying this game ain' t changing much | |
| Still the same mother ers used to sell the drugs | |
| Them same ones that used to come to the club | |
| See a nigga leave a nigga in a thang of blood | |
| In a car with a browd when the police come | |
| Gone before they find out what the hell it was of | |
| Dead wrong, you don' t hear me tho | |
| But it ain' t nothing that nigga ain' t done before | |
| It ain' t nothing that a nigga won' t try again | |
| But remember that sucka' s already killed a man | |
| Gone craig, gone craig still froggin' and go ahead | |
| And leap but when you jump over here, jump over here | |
| Try and remember what the | |
| I said ' cuz | |
| I meanWatch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit | |
| Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit | |
| Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit | |
| Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking 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 |
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