Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Y'all Don't Wanna, artist - Capone-N-Noreaga. Album song The Reunion, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Y'all Don't Wanna |
Yeah. |
Why they don’t get a nigga like me |
To sing the national anthem or nuttin? |
It’s nothin! |
Nokio! |
(Flame, Nokio) |
NOKIO GIVE US A BEAT BABY — SOME GANGSTA SHIT YO! |
CNN, the best group that ever lived |
Best blowin fuckin group that ever lived in rap |
Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth |
Yo, tell 'em how your life is son |
How your life is yo? |
My life is nothing like a sitcom, you see I sip Dom |
I rock Jor-dan's, and can’t stand Pip-pen's |
Bases loaded, coach want me to bunt |
But I’mma go for the homer and cock the pump |
I was the kid in the hood your moms ain’t want you with |
Now I’m rich, tell your moms one-two click |
Since a young one, I love heaven and love hell |
Escobar style, I’ll build my own jail |
The America’s, 'merica's, favorite thug |
To sell cocaine, America’s, favorite drugs |
Me and 'Pone like the military, we train niggas |
And the hoes don’t fuck, they just brain niggas |
CNN, focus on us, we coco-nuts |
We throw our gang signs up, see them loc with us |
Set up a congregation, so I can orally speak |
I orally, have sex cause my aura (?) is deep, it go |
Y’all don’t wanna fuck with us |
CNN out for them pesos |
Y’all don’t wanna bust with us |
Niggas better move when we say so |
What’s this I hear? |
CNN ain’t real?! |
What’s this I hear? |
CNN is wack?! |
What’s this I hear? |
CNN won’t kill?! |
Now what’s this I hear? |
CNN ain’t back?! |
Yo, I give you every part of my life, from my paralyzed finger |
To the foul death of my moms, the slug and the length of my arm |
I’m «The Answer» like Allen I |
Who runs sick like cancer on the Island, I |
I’m the first that ever loc’ed on a Nok' track |
CNN back, like #5 Jordan’s purple and black |
We spazzed on purpose, fuck tryin to sit in a cat' |
I erase drama and talk, memories in my rap |
It’s kinda hard to rap on radio while I sit in the box |
All I could think was money, send a few flicks to my pops |
I give the street life my all, stripes and scars |
Nights was hard, felt I had a right to rob |
Now I spit righteous bars, FUCK livin like the stars |
Give me a hood crib and a Chrysler Dodge |
Cause I’m just like y’all, my kicks scuff like y’all |
I still get harassed and searched up like y’all |
Yo, imagine us cowards |
You still live with mommy, still get allowance |
I chase Henny, bubblin ounces |
I returned off a short stretch, stuck in the mountains |
What’s this I hear huh? |
This is my year |
'Pone shit kosher you think not? |
I give you my ear |
Now listen closer I was born, and I’mma die here |
Listen soldier, I rap and keep one in the holster |
Nigga you front, and I’mma pop one in your shoulder |
Yo raise the partition, cock guns with ammunition |
Knock you out position, and have your little ho missin |
Niggas get locked up, I spread my love |
Yo they leave God-Body but they come home Blood |
Balloon bags full of weed, yo I send you those |
And it’s all about my niggas, won’t mention hoes |
Keep it tight on all four corners, warrant search |
Po'-po' and C.O.'s they all get merked, it go |
— repeat 2X |
Yeah, it’s like this |
Collaboration, CNN gangsta shit |
With my nigga Nokio on the beats |
On the boards, fuckin shit up y’all, yeah |
He on the boards, fuckin shit up y’all |
Huh, a hit record, got a hit record, written all over the track |
Aiyyo it got a hit record all over the track |
Yeah hit record, written all over the track. |