8Ball, MJG, Diddy - You Don't Want Drama lyrics
[8Ball, MJG, Diddy - You Don't Want Drama lyrics]
It's Bad Boy South Niggas, Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so, c'mon
Straight from the underground
Fat boy from the mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter
That's how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk
Let a nigga know what hood you from
Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down
Then roll it up back it up, a girl like you
A nigga like me can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good
Put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal
Lemme make it clear what you got rite here
They break mold, one of a kind
Fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you
Boys out here ain't hard as us
Ball and G, part of the streets
Cuz the streets are a part of us
Lay it down, please, remember
Games we don't play them now
Disrespect, please, remember
Stains we gon spray them round
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho
Shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho
Shoot the club up
Bitchnigga! Bitchnigga!
Bitchnigga! Bitch
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
Get up (get up) Get crunk (get crunk)
Let's race to the trunk (to the trunk)
Get a pump, unload and dump
Fuck it, he chose to jump
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him
Overheat him really mistreat him
Let's Rodney King him and over beat him
MJG is the reason yo
Season needed seasonal spices
They needed more life and lucky
Yo wife was bleedin
Now your life is leavin yo body
For drinkin too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E
In any climate I'm shinin, floss
I'm perfect wit timin
I'm good for rippin and rhymin
In and out the beat
And 8 Ball is loadin the clip
For niggas supposin to trip
And you know I'm rollin the whip
We finna set 'em free
8 Ball and G, get it crunk fa sho
My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin, my flow
My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims
My backstroke in swimmin
In pools wit models in 'em
Them boys, they hate it, we hustle
We made it we richer, the picture
Is two of the greatest
The realest
You bump some Ball and G you gon feel it
Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, seal it
We placin, the fakest
They don't give it up we gon take it
The realest up in in this niggas buckin
Bitches shakin
They asses, but cash it, might be a habit
Like mics when we grab it, we cock it
We blast it
So here we go, Bad Boy South
Ball and G, Orange Mound
New York collaboration
You don't want no drama, you don't want none
I see you ATL, let's tear this shit up
C'mon, c'moni said let's tear this shit up!
Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy South
Let's go, let's work these motherfuckers
Let's get this money niggas, yeah
As we proceed
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so, c'mon
Straight from the underground
Fat boy from the mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter
That's how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk
Let a nigga know what hood you from
Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down
Then roll it up back it up, a girl like you
A nigga like me can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good
Put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal
Lemme make it clear what you got rite here
They break mold, one of a kind
Fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you
Boys out here ain't hard as us
Ball and G, part of the streets
Cuz the streets are a part of us
Lay it down, please, remember
Games we don't play them now
Disrespect, please, remember
Stains we gon spray them round
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho
Shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho
Shoot the club up
Bitchnigga! Bitchnigga!
Bitchnigga! Bitch
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
Get up (get up) Get crunk (get crunk)
Let's race to the trunk (to the trunk)
Get a pump, unload and dump
Fuck it, he chose to jump
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him
Overheat him really mistreat him
Let's Rodney King him and over beat him
MJG is the reason yo
Season needed seasonal spices
They needed more life and lucky
Yo wife was bleedin
Now your life is leavin yo body
For drinkin too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E
In any climate I'm shinin, floss
I'm perfect wit timin
I'm good for rippin and rhymin
In and out the beat
And 8 Ball is loadin the clip
For niggas supposin to trip
And you know I'm rollin the whip
We finna set 'em free
8 Ball and G, get it crunk fa sho
My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin, my flow
My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims
My backstroke in swimmin
In pools wit models in 'em
Them boys, they hate it, we hustle
We made it we richer, the picture
Is two of the greatest
The realest
You bump some Ball and G you gon feel it
Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, seal it
We placin, the fakest
They don't give it up we gon take it
The realest up in in this niggas buckin
Bitches shakin
They asses, but cash it, might be a habit
Like mics when we grab it, we cock it
We blast it
So here we go, Bad Boy South
Ball and G, Orange Mound
New York collaboration
You don't want no drama, you don't want none
I see you ATL, let's tear this shit up
C'mon, c'moni said let's tear this shit up!
Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy South
Let's go, let's work these motherfuckers
Let's get this money niggas, yeah
As we proceed