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