Skillz - Y'all Don’t Wanna Do That lyrics

Uhh, uhh yeah, yeah
Uh, huh uh skillz, uhh
Hi Tek yeah, uh
V-A, yeah yo, uhh, yeah

Yo trust me you don't want none of me man
You wanna discuss that shit with your
Dog like the Son of Sam if I
Run out of hustles then I'm runnin a scam
Spit some hot shit to you
That'll be numbin your man (uh huh)
I know what y'all niggas thinkin now
"He was on TV with Missy
So how the fuck he underground?"
Uhh, I rep my state from coast to coast
Don't matter if I'm spittin with
Nas or spittin with Mos
I'mma explain this shit to y'all geeks
(talk to 'em) i fuck with Timbaland cause
Timbaland got beats!
And after "Ghostwriter" came out (uhh)
Y'all was bitchin and cryin
Cause I ain't put the names out (uh huh)
Y'all still thinkin I was frontin (mm hmm)
And Puff cut a check
So I ain't have to say nothin (nah)
These rap cats is fakin
I'm jumpin in front of you and takin
Yours like a Secret Service agent

Y'all don't wanna do that (mm-mmm)
Y'all don't wanna do that (uh uhh)
You don't really wanna do that (mm-mmm)
Dog you don't wanna do that (uh uhh)

Yo, you know what irks me even more? (What?)
Male groupies when you out on tour (f'real)
Man I thought I was gon' flip
Dude passed the tape under the stall and
I'm tryin to take a shit!
Man this drama gotta stop
Them the fools that you gotta watch (uh huh)
Keep your tape, don't do me no favors
Cause when I tell you the truth
You gon' call me a hater (uh huh)
And chicks I came up with (mm hmm)
Be gettin mad cause they can't get hit
(what?)
They be like, "That nigga Skillz ain't shit!"
Huh, but you just spent some
Bills to get Skillz's shit
Didn't you? "Mm hmm" That's funny (mm hmm)
These broads ain't stoppin my money (uh uh)
So if you manage to get close to me (uh huh)
Think about what you gon' say boo
Before approachin me cause see

Yo, uhh i rip mics 'til they torn (uh huh)
When I walk
You'd think there's a strobe light on (yeah)
In cyphers I be straight up attackin
Cats be like, "You ripped that shit nigga!"
Calm down, I was practicin!
Man y'all gotta be kiddin (uh huh)
I got yo' CD, I did a lot of skippin
Like when I see you
You gon' do a lot of bitchin
While I'm on stage spittin with
A lot of niggas ad-libbin
Man y'all need to kill that
I'm from V-A nigga
Where it's God damn real at
Tracks I peel at
And leak a few to the streets
So if you haters suckin yo' teeth
Then do it on beat, c'mon
(Tchk, tchk-tchk
Tchk-tchk) I ain't new with the heat
I'm in the booth with the flu
And still chewin the beat
I'm sonnin y'all like Father's
Day disrespect pop
And get popped like Marvin Gaye, cause see

Uhh, uhh, Skillz uhh, uhh, V-A
Yeah, c'mon beat fades