歌曲 | Y'All Don't Want It (Clean Album Version) - Clean Album Version |
歌手 | YoungStar |
专辑 | U Gotta Feel Me |
作曲 : Jones, Salinas, Salinas ... | |
Lil' Flip, | |
Jim JonesLil' | |
Flip, Jim | |
JonesLil' | |
Flip, Jim | |
JonesLil' | |
Flip, Jim | |
JonesY'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Clover G's | |
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Dip SetY'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Clover G's | |
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Dip SetThis sixteen bars of my brain | |
I show my scars through my pain | |
I write my bars on the plane | |
I bring my boys on the plane | |
There's nothin' like it, | |
I swearCan't no other rappers compare' | |
Cuz I can spit it or write it | |
Just admit it, you like it | |
I'm the hottest around | |
Niggaz know how | |
I get down | |
But this ain't makin' the band | |
I'm tired of shakin' your hand | |
I got the piece to the puzzle | |
I'm on the streets when | |
I hustleI got the heat with the muzzle, okay, okay | |
You think you know it all | |
But I prove to show it all | |
When I move, you get one shot | |
Hope you don't blow it, dog | |
Don't bite the hand that feeds you | |
You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga | |
And believe me, | |
I can read you | |
I'm tired of snakes and rats | |
I'm movin' forward, you pacin' back | |
While I'm in | |
N.Y. collaboratin', blazin' tracks | |
You gotta face the fact, | |
I got the only platinum plaque | |
I did it well, even when | |
I'm gone, my shit'll sell | |
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Clover G's | |
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Dip SetY'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Clover G's | |
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Dip SetJust let my movement protrude, | |
DipsOr we will move on you dudes, ****ers | |
And you niggaz that's beefin' | |
Okay, I'll chew you like food, yummy | |
Don't get | |
Houston confused, no' | |
Cuz they music is screwed, purple | |
They ain't slow for a second' | |
Cuz they sippin' on lean | |
They will roll up with weapons | |
The four fifth and the beam, boom | |
Get you tore up, we stretch 'em | |
You talk shit to my team, | |
R.I.P.We controllin' our section | |
Raw shit for the fiends, | |
I'll smack you | |
The boys controllin' my section' | |
Cuz we gettin' that cream, squalie | |
And we roll in | |
RoversIced out birds and frozen clovers, blingin' | |
You know I'm smokin' dozers | |
With that thing | |
I roll with soldiers, | |
East SideSo if you want it fam, you'll get it fam, | |
I'll hit you man, unh | |
And when I grip that blam | |
Pop! Pop! | |
Pop!, Dip | |
Set the fam | |
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Clover G's | |
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Dip SetY'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Clover G's | |
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Dip SetI'm ready to let you have it | |
Glocks and automatics | |
I put them in your chest | |
You shoulda wore your vest' | |
Cuz we comin' to your house | |
With the forty cals | |
Dumpin' twenty five rounds | |
Now bitch, lay it down | |
So when we pull up to clubs | |
They say we known for the brawlin' | |
And all these bottles | |
I'm poppin' | |
It's uncontrollable ballin' | |
Straight from the projects | |
I'm still cased up with charges | |
It only takes me three seconds | |
To straight spray out a cartridge | |
I'm prepared for the streets | |
And I ain't scared of police | |
You know my gangstas ride out | |
We know to fliz with them heats | |
We cop cars with them spinners | |
I be in Texas for breakfast | |
Sippin' on | |
Purple and | |
SpriteAnd back in | |
Harlem for dinner | |
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Clover G's | |
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Dip SetY'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Clover G's | |
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us | |
Y'all don't want it with us, | |
Dip Set |
zuò qǔ : Jones, Salinas, Salinas ... | |
Lil' Flip, | |
Jim JonesLil' | |
Flip, Jim | |
JonesLil' | |
Flip, Jim | |
JonesLil' | |
Flip, Jim | |
JonesY' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Clover G' s | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Dip SetY' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Clover G' s | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Dip SetThis sixteen bars of my brain | |
I show my scars through my pain | |
I write my bars on the plane | |
I bring my boys on the plane | |
There' s nothin' like it, | |
I swearCan' t no other rappers compare' | |
Cuz I can spit it or write it | |
Just admit it, you like it | |
I' m the hottest around | |
Niggaz know how | |
I get down | |
But this ain' t makin' the band | |
I' m tired of shakin' your hand | |
I got the piece to the puzzle | |
I' m on the streets when | |
I hustleI got the heat with the muzzle, okay, okay | |
You think you know it all | |
But I prove to show it all | |
When I move, you get one shot | |
Hope you don' t blow it, dog | |
Don' t bite the hand that feeds you | |
You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga | |
And believe me, | |
I can read you | |
I' m tired of snakes and rats | |
I' m movin' forward, you pacin' back | |
While I' m in | |
N. Y. collaboratin', blazin' tracks | |
You gotta face the fact, | |
I got the only platinum plaque | |
I did it well, even when | |
I' m gone, my shit' ll sell | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Clover G' s | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Dip SetY' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Clover G' s | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Dip SetJust let my movement protrude, | |
DipsOr we will move on you dudes, ers | |
And you niggaz that' s beefin' | |
Okay, I' ll chew you like food, yummy | |
Don' t get | |
Houston confused, no' | |
Cuz they music is screwed, purple | |
They ain' t slow for a second' | |
Cuz they sippin' on lean | |
They will roll up with weapons | |
The four fifth and the beam, boom | |
Get you tore up, we stretch ' em | |
You talk shit to my team, | |
R. I. P. We controllin' our section | |
Raw shit for the fiends, | |
I' ll smack you | |
The boys controllin' my section' | |
Cuz we gettin' that cream, squalie | |
And we roll in | |
RoversIced out birds and frozen clovers, blingin' | |
You know I' m smokin' dozers | |
With that thing | |
I roll with soldiers, | |
East SideSo if you want it fam, you' ll get it fam, | |
I' ll hit you man, unh | |
And when I grip that blam | |
Pop! Pop! | |
Pop!, Dip | |
Set the fam | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Clover G' s | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Dip SetY' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Clover G' s | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Dip SetI' m ready to let you have it | |
Glocks and automatics | |
I put them in your chest | |
You shoulda wore your vest' | |
Cuz we comin' to your house | |
With the forty cals | |
Dumpin' twenty five rounds | |
Now bitch, lay it down | |
So when we pull up to clubs | |
They say we known for the brawlin' | |
And all these bottles | |
I' m poppin' | |
It' s uncontrollable ballin' | |
Straight from the projects | |
I' m still cased up with charges | |
It only takes me three seconds | |
To straight spray out a cartridge | |
I' m prepared for the streets | |
And I ain' t scared of police | |
You know my gangstas ride out | |
We know to fliz with them heats | |
We cop cars with them spinners | |
I be in Texas for breakfast | |
Sippin' on | |
Purple and | |
SpriteAnd back in | |
Harlem for dinner | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Clover G' s | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Dip SetY' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Clover G' s | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, y' all don' t want it with us | |
Y' all don' t want it with us, | |
Dip Set |