U Don’t Want Dat lyrics

by

Young Buck


[Intro]
Let me tell y'all n*ggas like this here right
It's 2003 my n*gga
All that, all that yappin at the mouth sh*t my n*gga, hummm
n*ggas ain't with that sh*t my n*gga
We don't play that sh*t no more mane
Soon as a n*gga start talkin that sh*t
Mane, you on the floor shawty
YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED!

[Chorus]
Watch a n*gga get swole on (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch a b*tch get rolled on (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch that n*gga get laid out (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch them b*tches get drug out (For talkin that sh*t)
You don't want none, n*gga you don't want none
You don't want none, b*tch you don't want none
You don't want none, n*gga you don't want none
You don't want none, b*tch you don't want none

[Bridge 1]
You don't like me (YEAH), I don't like you (YEAH)
You want to fight me (YEAH), I want to fight you (YEAH)
Put yo hands up n*gga, put yo hands up b*tch
Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick
f*ck these rental cops (YEAH), they don't run sh*t (YEAH)
Who run this sh*t? We run this b*tch!!!
Put yo hands up n*gga, put yo hands up b*tch
Put yo hands up hoe, put yo hands up trick

My back ain't dirty (YEAH), my lip ain't swole (YEAH)
My head ain't busted (YEAH), my nose ain't broke (YEAH)
Put yo hands up n*gga, put yo hands up b*tch
Put yo hands up you hoe, put yo hands up you trick

[Verse 1]
I'm from a small town called "Whoop A n*gga Ass"
(And I mean) We'll whoop a n*gga ass
(And I mean) We'll beat a b*tch to death
(And I mean) Carry him all the way there
Take a n*gga down the dirt path to the junk yad (UH-HUH), 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 p*ssy as gatorade
Swiss blade (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 (HARD), but you really soft
You tried to make me mad (mad), but you just p*ss me off (p*ss me off)
sh*t, I ain't scared of you n*gga (n*gga), I ain't scared of them hoes (hoes)
And I definately ain't scared of tight T-shirt as n*gga that thank he swole
[Chorus]
Watch a n*gga get swole on (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch a b*tch get rolled on (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch that n*gga get laid out (For talkin that sh*t)
Watch them b*tches get drug out (For talkin that sh*t)
You don't want none, n*gga you don't want none
You don't want none, b*tch you don't want none
You don't want none, n*gga you don't want none
You don't want none, b*tch you don't want none

[Bridge 2]
I don't blame you (YEAH), I blame yo mammy b*tch (YEAH)
She should've f*cked yo daddy (YEAH), she should've sucked his di*k (YEAH)
You's a punk boy (YEAH), a f*ck boy (YEAH)
That like it in the ass (YEAH), with somethin real hard (AWWWWW)

[Verse 2]
So when he come motherf*ckers you can stand him up
Ask one of these n*ggas I was tearin him up (tearing him up)
Have them sayin that country boy bad as f*ck
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 motherf*cker used to sell the drugs
(Still the same one), used to come to the club
See a n*gga, leave a n*gga 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 n*gga ain't cone before
And nothin that a n*gga won't try again
But remeber what's up and I'm is the man
You gone crazy (gone crazy), feelin froggy then gone ahead and leap
But whe nyou jump over here (jump over here)
Try to remeber what the f*ck I said, cause I meant it
[Chorus]
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