Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Have Nuttin' , by - Das EFX. Release date: 31.12.1969
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Have Nuttin' |
| Verse 1: Dray |
| Well yo, they used to say that Dray was a motherfuckin bum |
| Cos when it came to profit, son I really wasn’t gettin none |
| The wilest motherfucker that you ever saw |
| They used to call me Petey Wheezthrow, the devil’s son-in-law |
| Now I’m in the shit, like a fly I was buggin |
| From robbin to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin |
| Sellin cocaine in the high school halls |
| Playin it slick I kept the balms up in some tennis balls |
| I used to run across the bridge with my peeps |
| I packed a tray-8, in dem days I was playin for keeps |
| I used to roll around my hat and all day |
| lookin for a prey that we could rob on Broadway |
| Stickin niggas for their jewels if they’re worthy |
| Made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to Jersey |
| '86 and '87 was the year |
| had the Gucci hat, rock the rac-coon fur coat yeah |
| Keep em in disguise and nigga don’t ya blink |
| See yeah Saturday, we robbed another nigga at the rink |
| The beats was always showin up at my rest |
| askin Does a certain Drayzie live at this address? |
| Yes? |
| The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt |
| I had the choice to go to school and get the fuck out! |
| I hit the South just like a bandit cos I was stranded |
| Virginia State in '88, you know that’s where I landed |
| I couldn’t stand it, shit was feelin strange |
| I made it outta range but yo, my shit was just about the dough |
| Aiyo, niggas just can’t have nuttin (Yo niggas just can’t have nuttin) |
| Niggas just can’t have nuttin (niggas just can’t have nuttin) |
| Niggas just can’t have nuttin (niggas just can’t have nuttin) |
| Niggas just can’t have nuttin (Nowadays yo) |
| Verse 2: Skoob |
| Yo bust a move, peep the flav |
| cos I’ma take you back to the days of brown envelope trays |
| Twenty-something years ago as I proceed to recollect |
| a newborn shorty had to 'ford cheques off Bushwick |
| Bless the days, Pops shot to get forth the *?vock?* and fifth |
| Damn, fam got to shift |
| from the tenth flo’down four flights to the sixth |
| This was around the time smokin reefer was the shit |
| But now the crib a little bigger |
| I was the first man in the fam so it’s plans for a nigga |
| Had my clan from my building and my man from 8−11 |
| wit me when we hit the jams behind 2−57 |
| Mom’s babysittin, Pop’s on the hustle |
| 54 block was on lock, bust a knuckle |
| Game rip, some niggas slipped and got greedy |
| Believe me, another rest in peace in graffitti |
| But I couldn’t resist a few fights and petty heists |
| cos now I’m 'cross town in the Heights |
| My nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for the fun |
| Where sons run guns and blow slums with the dums |
| And motherfuckers don’t care |
| I love the street game so I stashed the green leaf by the air |
| You couldn’t tell me shit, evil was more eager than a beaver |
| Kept it fresh, double-parked in the Caesar |
| but I got deceased with this behaviour-type flavor |
| and do Moms a favour, go to school and get this fuckin paper |
| So what’s the caper cos now I’m all in at Virginia State, now let the bullshit begin |
| Nowadays niggas just can’t have nuttin'(niggas just can’t have nuttin') |
| Niggas just can’t have nuttin'(Yo niggas just can’t have nuttin') |
| Niggas just can’t have nuttin'(niggas just can’t have nuttin') |
| Niggas just can’t have nuttin'(niggas just can’t have nuttin’yo) |
| Niggas just can’t have nuttin'(niggas just can’t have nuttin’yo) |
| Niggas just can’t have nuttin'(niggas just can’t have nuttin') |
| Niggas just can’t have nuttin'(nuttin', nuttin', nuttin', nuttin') |
| Nowadays niggas (niggas just can’t have nuttin') |
| Verse 3: Dray, Skoob |
| It was '89 and yo, I’m stayin out of fights |
| I’m runnin with this nigga named Books from Crown Heights |
| Gettin toe-up from the flow-up, we’re drinkin til we throw up We’re thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldn’t show up Well nigga so what? |
| You fucked the holdup and went whatevers |
| then bucked the leathers, son I got to get my shit together |
| Gettin drunk, gettin flunked in class is what’s the function |
| Smokin blunts-in, son we need to stop frontin |
| We’re goin huntin, Virginia didn’t have shit for us That’s why we broke out with Dice and blitzed into blue chorus |
| Gettin busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend |
| The deal we was seekin from styles we was freakin |
| But yo, now it’s '91 and me and son we got to scram |
| (Aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we couldn’t handle) |
| And yo, something got ta happen or I’ma get tha pappin |
| We got tha blueprints to this new style of rappin |
| Packin skills from the sewer, I knew we had a shot |
| Gotta go and blow the spot and show them niggas how we rock, what? |
| If PMD is judgin it, yeah the cautious crew |
| makin all that money on that business as usual |
| (Tip tip tip) Tip, we flip the tongue and started wilin |
| They hit us with the digits to the cribs in Long Island |
| so, we packed the Henny and my men we got swayz |
| and never lookin back, that’s how we thinkin nowadays |
| Cos yo niggas just can’t have nuttin'(niggas just can’t have nuttin’yo) |
| Word up niggas just can’t have nuttin'(niggas just can’t have nuttin') |
| Nah niggas just can’t have nuttin'(niggas just can’t have nuttin') |
| (Yo that’s why they got me rockin on the microphone) |
| Niggas just can’t have nuttin'(Yo niggas just can’t have nuttin') |
| Niggas just can’t have nuttin'(have nuttin', just nuttin') |
| Nowadays niggas didn’t have nuttin'(niggas just can’t have nuttin') |
| Niggas just can’t have nuttin'(niggas just can’t have nuttin') |
| (Well now they got me rockin on the microphone) |
| (Niggas just can’t have nuttin') |
| Niggas just ain’t (got a motherfuckin thing) |
| Nowadays (word up) niggas ain’t got nuthin' |