Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Say Nuthin', artist - The Roots. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Don't Say Nuthin' |
| Yeah! |
| That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious |
| Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge |
| Until your body sound clash |
| Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude |
| Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant — foul rowdy |
| Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping |
| Keep em playing they position |
| Keep making the people listen what I spin |
| Put em out on a limb |
| Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen |
| Y’all fake niggas not setting a trend |
| We never listen to them |
| It’s like trying to take a piss in the wind |
| My home team doing visitors in, yo don’t test em |
| They all standing close to the edge, so don’t stress em |
| Now who the type built to last? |
| It’s no question, the Master! |
| Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound |
| Hitting you hard from — every direction |
| Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! |
| Yeah… |
| Give it here, and don’t say nuthin |
| Just give it here, and don’t say nuthin |
| …Cut the check |
| Give it here, and don’t say nuthin |
| Nigga, give it here, and don’t say nuthin |
| Yeah, Illadel! |
| Home of the original gun clappers |
| Out on the wrong corner your shit’ll get spun backwards |
| You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk |
| Or your own nana’ll keep a gat under the matress |
| Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas |
| Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless |
| Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times |
| Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list |
| Yes, I done seen things you wouldn’t believe |
| Seen people reach levels thought they’d never achieve |
| Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D |
| Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe |
| C’mon! |
| Stick up kids, they be out to tax |
| Most times they be sticking you without the gats |
| I’ll still be on the grind when it all collapse |
| And if it’s my worst bar then I’m a take it right back nigga |
| Yeah, it ain’t nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band |
| On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand |
| When a brother transform, from aynonomous man |
| To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin |
| I’ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang |
| Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain |
| Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure |
| You see the master piece, but to me it’s unperfected |
| Give it here Geffen Records, I’m off the handle |
| Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil |
| Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled |
| Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial |
| We finna have the whole industry at a stand still |
| See me put the system on lock like can pill |
| So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements |
| Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |