Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Don't Like To , by - SHAD. Release date: 22.10.2007
Song language: English
I Don't Like To |
| Yo, I don’t really like to, but, um |
| Yo, I don’t really like to, but, um |
| I put the smack down like it’s rehab |
| Make sure that there’s no relapse with these cats |
| Y’all cowards couldn’t rap this dope with a Zig Zag |
| I let my lips drag, spitting with that big swag |
| It’s sad all these wannabes |
| Wanted to be Jay then K. West, wanna be |
| Star of the Roc, kid, you’re not Sean Connery |
| But like The Rock I’m surrounded by watery flows |
| Still it really don’t bother me |
| Fake ballers, weak game, less polished than Ben Wallace’s while I breed |
| Quality music getting quality spins |
| Y’all stay second rate Chingys at the Quality Inn |
| Now that’s a joke to a real rapper |
| I could decrease the skill factor and I’d still make you feel whacker |
| Ah gee, now you got me cocky |
| Cats say, «You the illest,» I’m like, «Nah b, nah b, nah b» |
| Well OK, probably, but that’s just only cause I rap like it’s my hobby |
| Not a jobby-job all sloppy, getting off-key |
| Y’all Mad as March trying to knock off the top seed |
| I’m in the mix like Roxy |
| So hot he even get props from neo-Nazis |
| Now I don’t really like to |
| Yo, I don’t really like to |
| I don’t really like to |
| I don’t like to start verses with I, y’know, but, um |
| ITunes, eye-patch, I’m in the same boat where the pirates be |
| Tell 'em I’m down with that pirate steed |
| They don’t buy it, I say don’t buy it, pirate me |
| If it’s ill, it’ll spread virally from my received |
| Folders to appearing in the love that the crowds show |
| If it sound dope, keep it on the download |
| Keep it real, player, with the volume cranked |
| And I’ll be balling like Tim Duncan, calling bank |
| Cash banked it, but the bank said |
| That my check’s been bouncing like the bankhead |
| So I’m bad like credit while they bear styles |
| More plain than the air miles |
| Borrowed metaphors from mega-stores to get rewards |
| We get 'em open automatic like the exit doors |
| And take a step higher, y’all just gotta press the floor |
| And step out, in faith, it’s OK to confess doubt |
| Knowing how it feels to be stressed out |
| Tribe called Mapquest-style poems I sketch out |
| To find the best route home, don’t |
| Live in your dome for too long |
| You end up like that Tiffany song, thinking we’re alone |
| We all get older, we don’t all get grown |
| Cause some of y’all don’t really like to |
| Y’all don’t really like to |
| Y’all don’t really like to |
| Y’all don’t really like to |