Can't Have Nuttin' Lyrics
| Song | Can't Have Nuttin' |
| Artist | Das EFX |
| Album | Hold It Down |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hines, Stevens, Weston | |
| Intro： | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin') | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin') | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (nowadays yo) | |
| *************s just can't have (*************s just can't have) | |
| *************s just can't have (*************s just can't have) | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (*************s just can't have nuttin') | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (*************s just can't have nuttin') | |
| *************s *************s nowadays yo | |
| Verse 1: dray | |
| Well yo, they used to say that dray was a mother****** bum | |
| Cos when it came to profit, son i really wasn't gettin none | |
| The wilest mother******* that you ever saw | |
| They used to call me petey wheezthrow, the devil's son-in-law | |
| Now i'm in the *************t, like a fly i was buggin | |
| From robbin to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin | |
| Sellin ******* in the high school halls | |
| Playin it slick i kept the balms up in some tennis ************* | |
| I used to run across the bridge with my peeps | |
| I packed a tray-8, in dem days i was playin for keeps | |
| I used to roll around my hat and all day | |
| Lookin for a prey that we could rob on broadway | |
| Stickin *************s for their jewels if they're worthy | |
| Made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to jersey | |
| '86 and '87 was the year | |
| Had the gucci hat, rock the rac-****** fur coat yeah | |
| Keep em in disguise and ************* don't ya blink | |
| See yeah saturday, we robbed another ************* at the rink | |
| The beats was always showin up at my rest | |
| Askin "does a certain drayzie live at this address? yes?" | |
| The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt | |
| I had the choice to go to school and get the ************* out! | |
| I hit the south just like a bandit cos i was stranded | |
| Virginia state in '88, you know that's where i landed | |
| I couldn't stand it, *************t was feelin strange | |
| I made it outta range but yo, my *************t was just about the dough | |
| Chorus: | |
| Aiyo, *************s just can't have nuttin ( yo *************s just can't have nuttin) | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin (*************s just can't have nuttin) | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin (*************s just can't have nuttin) | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin (nowadays yo) | |
| *repeat x2* | |
| Verse 2: skoob | |
| Yo bust a move, peep the flav | |
| Cos i'ma take you back to the days of brown envelope trays | |
| Twenty-something years ago as i proceed to recollect | |
| A newborn shorty had to 'ford cheques off bushwick | |
| Bless the days, pops shot to get forth the *?vock?* and fifth | |
| Damn, fam got to *************ft | |
| From the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth | |
| This was around the time smokin reefer was the *************t | |
| But now the crib a little bigger | |
| I was the first man in the fam so it's plans for a ************* | |
| Had my clan from my building and my man from 8-11 | |
| Wit me when we hit the jams behind 2-57 | |
| Mom's babysittin, pop's on the hustle | |
| 54 block was on lock, bust a knuckle | |
| Game rip, some *************s slipped and got greedy | |
| Believe me, another "rest in peace" in graffitti | |
| But i couldn't resist a few fights and petty heists | |
| Cos now i'm 'cross town in the heights | |
| My nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for the fun | |
| Where sons run guns and blow slums with the dums | |
| And mother*******s don't care | |
| I love the street game so i stashed the green leaf by the air | |
| You couldn't tell me *************t, evil was more eager than a beaver | |
| Kept it fresh, double-parked in the caesar | |
| But i got deceased with this behaviour-type flavor | |
| And do moms a favour, go to school and get this ****** paper | |
| So what's the caper cos now i'm all in | |
| At virginia state, now let the bull*************t begin | |
| Chorus: | |
| Nowadays *************s just can't have nuttin' (*************s just can't have nuttin') | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (yo *************s just can't have nuttin') | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (*************s just can't have nuttin') | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (*************s just can't have nuttin' yo) | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (*************s just can't have nuttin' yo) | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (*************s just can't have nuttin') | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (nuttin', nuttin', nuttin', nuttin') | |
| Nowadays *************s (*************s just can't have nuttin') | |
| Verse 3: dray, skoob | |
| It was '************* and yo, i'm stayin out of fights | |
| I'm runnin with this ************* named books from crown heights | |
| Gettin toe-up from the flow-up, we're drinkin til we throw up | |
| We're thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldn't show up | |
| Well ************* so what? you ****** the holdup and went whatevers | |
| Then bucked the leathers, son i got to get my *************t together | |
| Gettin drunk, gettin flunked in class is what's the function | |
| Smokin blunts-in, son we need to stop frontin | |
| We're goin huntin, virginia didn't have *************t for us | |
| That's why we broke out with dice and blitzed into blue chorus | |
| Gettin busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend | |
| The deal we was seekin from styles we was freakin | |
| But yo, now it's '91 and me and son we got to scram | |
| (aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we couldn't handle) | |
| And yo, something got ta happen or i'ma get tha pappin | |
| We got tha blueprints to this new style of rappin | |
| Packin skills from the sewer, i knew we had a shot | |
| Gotta go and blow the spot and show them *************s how we rock, what? | |
| If pmd is judgin it, yeah the cautious crew | |
| Makin all that money on that business as usual | |
| (tip tip tip) tip, we flip the tongue and started wilin | |
| They hit us with the digits to the cribs in long island | |
| So, we packed the henny and my men we got swayz | |
| And never lookin back, that's how we thinkin nowadays | |
| Chorus: | |
| Cos yo *************s just can't have nuttin' (*************s just can't have nuttin' yo) | |
| Word up *************s just can't have nuttin' (*************s just can't have nuttin') | |
| Nah *************s just can't have nuttin' (*************s just can't have nuttin') | |
| (yo that's why they got me rockin on the microphone) | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (yo *************s just can't have nuttin') | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin', just nuttin') | |
| Nowadays *************s didn't have nuttin' (*************s just can't have nuttin') | |
| *************s just can't have nuttin' (*************s just can't have nuttin') | |
| (well now they got me rockin on the microphone) | |
| (*************s just can't have nuttin') | |
| *************s just ain't (got a mother****** thing) | |
| Nowadays (word up) *************s ain't got nuthin' |
| zuo ci : Hines, Stevens, Weston | |
| Intro: | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' nowadays yo | |
| s just can' t have s just can' t have | |
| s just can' t have s just can' t have | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s s nowadays yo | |
| Verse 1: dray | |
| Well yo, they used to say that dray was a mother bum | |
| Cos when it came to profit, son i really wasn' t gettin none | |
| The wilest mother that you ever saw | |
| They used to call me petey wheezthrow, the devil' s soninlaw | |
| Now i' m in the t, like a fly i was buggin | |
| From robbin to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin | |
| Sellin in the high school halls | |
| Playin it slick i kept the balms up in some tennis | |
| I used to run across the bridge with my peeps | |
| I packed a tray8, in dem days i was playin for keeps | |
| I used to roll around my hat and all day | |
| Lookin for a prey that we could rob on broadway | |
| Stickin s for their jewels if they' re worthy | |
| Made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to jersey | |
| ' 86 and ' 87 was the year | |
| Had the gucci hat, rock the rac fur coat yeah | |
| Keep em in disguise and don' t ya blink | |
| See yeah saturday, we robbed another at the rink | |
| The beats was always showin up at my rest | |
| Askin " does a certain drayzie live at this address? yes?" | |
| The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt | |
| I had the choice to go to school and get the out! | |
| I hit the south just like a bandit cos i was stranded | |
| Virginia state in ' 88, you know that' s where i landed | |
| I couldn' t stand it, t was feelin strange | |
| I made it outta range but yo, my t was just about the dough | |
| Chorus: | |
| Aiyo, s just can' t have nuttin yo s just can' t have nuttin | |
| s just can' t have nuttin s just can' t have nuttin | |
| s just can' t have nuttin s just can' t have nuttin | |
| s just can' t have nuttin nowadays yo | |
| repeat x2 | |
| Verse 2: skoob | |
| Yo bust a move, peep the flav | |
| Cos i' ma take you back to the days of brown envelope trays | |
| Twentysomething years ago as i proceed to recollect | |
| A newborn shorty had to ' ford cheques off bushwick | |
| Bless the days, pops shot to get forth the ? vock? and fifth | |
| Damn, fam got to ft | |
| From the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth | |
| This was around the time smokin reefer was the t | |
| But now the crib a little bigger | |
| I was the first man in the fam so it' s plans for a | |
| Had my clan from my building and my man from 811 | |
| Wit me when we hit the jams behind 257 | |
| Mom' s babysittin, pop' s on the hustle | |
| 54 block was on lock, bust a knuckle | |
| Game rip, some s slipped and got greedy | |
| Believe me, another " rest in peace" in graffitti | |
| But i couldn' t resist a few fights and petty heists | |
| Cos now i' m ' cross town in the heights | |
| My nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for the fun | |
| Where sons run guns and blow slums with the dums | |
| And mother s don' t care | |
| I love the street game so i stashed the green leaf by the air | |
| You couldn' t tell me t, evil was more eager than a beaver | |
| Kept it fresh, doubleparked in the caesar | |
| But i got deceased with this behaviourtype flavor | |
| And do moms a favour, go to school and get this paper | |
| So what' s the caper cos now i' m all in | |
| At virginia state, now let the bull t begin | |
| Chorus: | |
| Nowadays s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' yo s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' yo | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' yo | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' nuttin', nuttin', nuttin', nuttin' | |
| Nowadays s s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| Verse 3: dray, skoob | |
| It was ' and yo, i' m stayin out of fights | |
| I' m runnin with this named books from crown heights | |
| Gettin toeup from the flowup, we' re drinkin til we throw up | |
| We' re thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldn' t show up | |
| Well so what? you the holdup and went whatevers | |
| Then bucked the leathers, son i got to get my t together | |
| Gettin drunk, gettin flunked in class is what' s the function | |
| Smokin bluntsin, son we need to stop frontin | |
| We' re goin huntin, virginia didn' t have t for us | |
| That' s why we broke out with dice and blitzed into blue chorus | |
| Gettin busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend | |
| The deal we was seekin from styles we was freakin | |
| But yo, now it' s ' 91 and me and son we got to scram | |
| aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we couldn' t handle | |
| And yo, something got ta happen or i' ma get tha pappin | |
| We got tha blueprints to this new style of rappin | |
| Packin skills from the sewer, i knew we had a shot | |
| Gotta go and blow the spot and show them s how we rock, what? | |
| If pmd is judgin it, yeah the cautious crew | |
| Makin all that money on that business as usual | |
| tip tip tip tip, we flip the tongue and started wilin | |
| They hit us with the digits to the cribs in long island | |
| So, we packed the henny and my men we got swayz | |
| And never lookin back, that' s how we thinkin nowadays | |
| Chorus: | |
| Cos yo s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' yo | |
| Word up s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| Nah s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| yo that' s why they got me rockin on the microphone | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' yo s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' have nuttin', just nuttin' | |
| Nowadays s didn' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| well now they got me rockin on the microphone | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just ain' t got a mother thing | |
| Nowadays word up s ain' t got nuthin' |
| zuò cí : Hines, Stevens, Weston | |
| Intro: | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' nowadays yo | |
| s just can' t have s just can' t have | |
| s just can' t have s just can' t have | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s s nowadays yo | |
| Verse 1: dray | |
| Well yo, they used to say that dray was a mother bum | |
| Cos when it came to profit, son i really wasn' t gettin none | |
| The wilest mother that you ever saw | |
| They used to call me petey wheezthrow, the devil' s soninlaw | |
| Now i' m in the t, like a fly i was buggin | |
| From robbin to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin | |
| Sellin in the high school halls | |
| Playin it slick i kept the balms up in some tennis | |
| I used to run across the bridge with my peeps | |
| I packed a tray8, in dem days i was playin for keeps | |
| I used to roll around my hat and all day | |
| Lookin for a prey that we could rob on broadway | |
| Stickin s for their jewels if they' re worthy | |
| Made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to jersey | |
| ' 86 and ' 87 was the year | |
| Had the gucci hat, rock the rac fur coat yeah | |
| Keep em in disguise and don' t ya blink | |
| See yeah saturday, we robbed another at the rink | |
| The beats was always showin up at my rest | |
| Askin " does a certain drayzie live at this address? yes?" | |
| The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt | |
| I had the choice to go to school and get the out! | |
| I hit the south just like a bandit cos i was stranded | |
| Virginia state in ' 88, you know that' s where i landed | |
| I couldn' t stand it, t was feelin strange | |
| I made it outta range but yo, my t was just about the dough | |
| Chorus: | |
| Aiyo, s just can' t have nuttin yo s just can' t have nuttin | |
| s just can' t have nuttin s just can' t have nuttin | |
| s just can' t have nuttin s just can' t have nuttin | |
| s just can' t have nuttin nowadays yo | |
| repeat x2 | |
| Verse 2: skoob | |
| Yo bust a move, peep the flav | |
| Cos i' ma take you back to the days of brown envelope trays | |
| Twentysomething years ago as i proceed to recollect | |
| A newborn shorty had to ' ford cheques off bushwick | |
| Bless the days, pops shot to get forth the ? vock? and fifth | |
| Damn, fam got to ft | |
| From the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth | |
| This was around the time smokin reefer was the t | |
| But now the crib a little bigger | |
| I was the first man in the fam so it' s plans for a | |
| Had my clan from my building and my man from 811 | |
| Wit me when we hit the jams behind 257 | |
| Mom' s babysittin, pop' s on the hustle | |
| 54 block was on lock, bust a knuckle | |
| Game rip, some s slipped and got greedy | |
| Believe me, another " rest in peace" in graffitti | |
| But i couldn' t resist a few fights and petty heists | |
| Cos now i' m ' cross town in the heights | |
| My nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for the fun | |
| Where sons run guns and blow slums with the dums | |
| And mother s don' t care | |
| I love the street game so i stashed the green leaf by the air | |
| You couldn' t tell me t, evil was more eager than a beaver | |
| Kept it fresh, doubleparked in the caesar | |
| But i got deceased with this behaviourtype flavor | |
| And do moms a favour, go to school and get this paper | |
| So what' s the caper cos now i' m all in | |
| At virginia state, now let the bull t begin | |
| Chorus: | |
| Nowadays s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' yo s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' yo | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' yo | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' nuttin', nuttin', nuttin', nuttin' | |
| Nowadays s s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| Verse 3: dray, skoob | |
| It was ' and yo, i' m stayin out of fights | |
| I' m runnin with this named books from crown heights | |
| Gettin toeup from the flowup, we' re drinkin til we throw up | |
| We' re thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldn' t show up | |
| Well so what? you the holdup and went whatevers | |
| Then bucked the leathers, son i got to get my t together | |
| Gettin drunk, gettin flunked in class is what' s the function | |
| Smokin bluntsin, son we need to stop frontin | |
| We' re goin huntin, virginia didn' t have t for us | |
| That' s why we broke out with dice and blitzed into blue chorus | |
| Gettin busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend | |
| The deal we was seekin from styles we was freakin | |
| But yo, now it' s ' 91 and me and son we got to scram | |
| aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we couldn' t handle | |
| And yo, something got ta happen or i' ma get tha pappin | |
| We got tha blueprints to this new style of rappin | |
| Packin skills from the sewer, i knew we had a shot | |
| Gotta go and blow the spot and show them s how we rock, what? | |
| If pmd is judgin it, yeah the cautious crew | |
| Makin all that money on that business as usual | |
| tip tip tip tip, we flip the tongue and started wilin | |
| They hit us with the digits to the cribs in long island | |
| So, we packed the henny and my men we got swayz | |
| And never lookin back, that' s how we thinkin nowadays | |
| Chorus: | |
| Cos yo s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' yo | |
| Word up s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| Nah s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| yo that' s why they got me rockin on the microphone | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' yo s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' have nuttin', just nuttin' | |
| Nowadays s didn' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| well now they got me rockin on the microphone | |
| s just can' t have nuttin' | |
| s just ain' t got a mother thing | |
| Nowadays word up s ain' t got nuthin' |
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