Petey Pablo Lyrics

Overview / Lyrics (see all) / Photos / Videos / News

U Don't Want Dat Lyrics

from Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry

"U Don't Want Dat" is track #12 on the album Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry. It was written by Barrett, Moses Iii / Smith, Jonathan H..
Edit
"U Don't Want Dat" is track #12 on the album Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry. It was written by Barrett, Moses Iii / Smith, Jonathan H..
For Example...
What chart rank did the song debut? What is the song about? Has it won any awards?, etc.
Cancel Submit
Thank You For Your Submission
Your introduction will appear once it has been deemed awesome by our team of wizards.
  • Play Video
  • Correct
  • Print

U Don't Want Dat Submit Correct Lyrics

Submit Corrections Cancel

I'mma tell y'all niggas like this shit right
It's 2003 my nigga
All that yappin' at the mouth shit my nigga, ah
Man niggas ain't with that shit my nigga
I don't play that shit no more man
As soon as a nigga start talking that shit
Man, you on the floor son

Watch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit
Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit
Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit
Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking that shit
You don't want none nigga, you don't want none
You don't want none bitch, you don't want none
You don't want none nigga, you don't want none
You don't want none bitch, you don't want none

You don't like me, yeah
I don't like you, yeah
You wanna fight me, yeah
I wanna fight you, yeah
Put your hands up, nigga
Put your hands up, bitch
Put your hands up, hoe
Put your hands up, trick

Fuck these rental cars, yeah
They don't run shit, yeah
Who run this shit?
We run this bitch
Put your hands up, nigga
Put your hands up, bitch
Put your hands up, hoe
Put your hands, trick

My back ain't dead, yeah
My lip ain't swoll, yeah
My head ain't bust, yeah
My nuts ain't grey, yeah
Put your hands up nigga
Put your hands up bitch
Put your hands up hoe
Put your hands up trick

I'm from a small town called 'Woop a niggas ass'
And I mean, well, woop a nigga ass
I mean, well, beat a bitch to death
And I mean, well, came all the way there
Taka nigga down a dirt path to a junk yard
Where it stankin' at, aha
Put his ass in a plastic bag but just a home
Where you blast him at I'm talkin' 'bout

Tie it up with a shoe string
And a picture hook stuck in the thang
Layin' on empty cans and recylin' bags
With some bitchass gatorade, I own a switchblade
Well, cut butter to put in tha damn microwave
Better get you a sharpener baby,
'Cuz that thang only gonna get me aggrivated

You look hard
But you really soft, you cotton soft
You try to make me mad, mad
But you just piss me off, you piss me off
Shiit I ain't scared of you nigga, nigga
And I aint scared of them hoes, hoes
And I definiely ain't scared of that tank T shirt
Ass nigga thankin' he's woe

Watch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit
Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit
Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit
Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking that shit
You don't want none nigga, you don't want none
You don't want none bitch, you don't want none
You don't want none nigga, you don't want none
You don't want none bitch, you don't want none

I don't blame you, yeah
I blame your mammy bitch, yeah
She should't of fucked your daddy, yeah
She shoulda sucked the dick, yeah
Yous a punk boy, yeah
A fuck boy, yeah
You like it in the ass, yeah
With something real hard, oh

Swear to God, motherfucker we be slayin' 'em up
Have one of these niggas, I tear him up
Havin' him sayin' that country boy was bad as fuck
Came hit him with a heater, ain't have to bust
Take the bullets from a gun nigga, add them up
Put them right back in it before I put it up

I'm saying this game ain't changing much
Still the same motherfuckers used to sell the drugs
Them same ones that used to come to the club
See a nigga leave a nigga in a thang of blood
In a car with a browd when the police come
Gone before they find out what the hell it was of

Dead wrong, you don't hear me tho
But it ain't nothing that nigga ain't done before
It ain't nothing that a nigga won't try again
But remember that sucka's already killed a man
Gone craig, gone craig still froggin' and go ahead
And leap but when you jump over here, jump over here
Try and remember what the fuck I said 'cuz I mean

Watch a nigga get sword on for talking that shit
Watch a bitch get rode on for talking that shit
Watch that nigga get laid out for talking that shit
Watch them bitches get drugged out for talking that shit
You don't want none nigga, you don't want none
You don't want none bitch, you don't want none
You don't want none nigga, you don't want none
You don't want none bitch, you don't want none

Songwriters
BARRETT, MOSES III / SMITH, JONATHAN H.

Published by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Listen to Petey Pablo Radio on Last.fm, Radio.com or Jango

Latest News