Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga - You Dont Want None lyrics
[Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga - You Dont Want None lyrics]
Yeah, it's Bad Boy South Niggas, Ball and G
Orange Mound
The moment you've all been waitin' for
Collaboration, c'mon now, let's go
Let's go, let's go, come on
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
Everybody wit me drunk as fuck
Break it down and 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 broke the mold, one of a kind
Fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you
You boys out here ain't hard as us
It's 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
Bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga
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 crunk, let's race to the trunk
Get a pump, unload and dump, forget it
Close the trunk
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him
Let's 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'
I don't like this 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'
'cause 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
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho
Shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho
Shoot the club up
Bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga
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
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 buss a nigga head, smack a ho
Shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho
Shoot the club up
Bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga
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
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'mon
I said, let's tear this shit up, yeah, 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've all been waitin' for
Collaboration, c'mon now, let's go
Let's go, let's go, come on
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
Everybody wit me drunk as fuck
Break it down and 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 broke the mold, one of a kind
Fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you
You boys out here ain't hard as us
It's 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
Bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga
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 crunk, let's race to the trunk
Get a pump, unload and dump, forget it
Close the trunk
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him
Let's 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'
I don't like this 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'
'cause 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
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho
Shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho
Shoot the club up
Bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga
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
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 buss a nigga head, smack a ho
Shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho
Shoot the club up
Bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga
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
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'mon
I said, let's tear this shit up, yeah, 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