Das Efx - Can't Have Nuttin' Lyrics
Intro:Niggas just cant have nuttin (have nuttin)Niggas just cant have nuttin (have nuttin)Niggas just cant have nuttin (nowadays yo)Niggas just cant have (niggas just cant have)Niggas just cant have (niggas just cant have)Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)Niggas niggas nowadays yoVerse 1: drayWell yo, they used to say that dray was a mother*****in bumCos when it came to profit, son I really wasnt gettin noneThe wilest mother*****er that you ever sawThey used to call me petey wheezthrow, the devils son-in-lawNow Im in the shit, like a fly I was bugginFrom robbin to stealin to dealin, yo, and even mugginSellin cocaine in the high school hallsPlayin it slick I kept the balms up in some tennis ballsI used to run across the bridge with my peepsI packed a tray-8, in dem days I was playin for keepsI used to roll around my hat and all dayLookin for a prey that we could rob on broadwayStickin niggas for their jewels if theyre worthyMade a couple of hits and then we jetted back to jersey86 and 87 was the yearHad the gucci hat, rock the rac-coon fur coat yeahKeep em in disguise and nigga dont ya blinkSee yeah saturday, we robbed another nigga at the rinkThe beats was always showin up at my restAskin does a certain drayzie live at this address? yes?The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubtI had the choice to go to school and get the ***** out!I hit the south just like a bandit cos I was strandedVirginia state in 88, you know thats where I landedI couldnt stand it, shit was feelin strangeI made it outta range but yo, my shit was just about the doughChorus:Aiyo, niggas just cant have nuttin ( yo niggas just cant have nuttin)Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)Niggas just cant have nuttin (nowadays yo)*repeat x2*Verse 2: skoobYo bust a move, peep the flavCos ima take you back to the days of brown envelope traysTwenty-something years ago as I proceed to recollectA newborn shorty had to ford cheques off bushwickBless the days, pops shot to get forth the *? vock? * and fifthDamn, fam got to shiftFrom the tenth flo down four flights to the sixthThis was around the time smokin reefer was the shitBut now the crib a little biggerI was the first man in the fam so its plans for a niggaHad my clan from my building and my man from 8-11Wit me when we hit the jams behind 2-57Moms babysittin, pops on the hustle54 block was on lock, bust a knuckleGame rip, some niggas slipped and got greedyBelieve me, another rest in peace in graffittiBut I couldnt resist a few fights and petty heistsCos now Im cross town in the heightsMy nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for the funWhere sons run guns and blow slums with the dumsAnd mother*****ers dont careI love the street game so I stashed the green leaf by the airYou couldnt tell me shit, evil was more eager than a beaverKept it fresh, double-parked in the caesarBut I got deceased with this behaviour-type flavorAnd do moms a favour, go to school and get this *****in paperSo whats the caper cos now Im all inAt virginia state, now let the bullshit beginChorus:Nowadays niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)Niggas just cant have nuttin (yo niggas just cant have nuttin)Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin yo)Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin yo)Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)Niggas just cant have nuttin (nuttin, nuttin, nuttin, nuttin)Nowadays niggas (niggas just cant have nuttin)Verse 3: dray, skoobIt was 89 and yo, Im stayin out of fightsIm runnin with this nigga named books from crown heightsGettin toe-up from the flow-up, were drinkin til we throw upWere thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldnt show upWell nigga so what? you *****ed the holdup and went whateversThen bucked the leathers, son I got to get my shit togetherGettin drunk, gettin flunked in class is whats the functionSmokin blunts-in, son we need to stop frontinWere goin huntin, virginia didnt have shit for usThats why we broke out with dice and blitzed into blue chorusGettin busy, flippin rhymes on the weekendThe deal we was seekin from styles we was freakinBut yo, now its 91 and me and son we got to scram(aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we couldnt handle)And yo, something got ta happen or ima get tha pappinWe got tha blueprints to this new style of rappinPackin skills from the sewer, I knew we had a shotGotta go and blow the spot and show them niggas how we rock, what?If pmd is judgin it, yeah the cautious crewMakin all that money on that business as usual(tip tip tip) tip, we flip the tongue and started wilinThey hit us with the digits to the cribs in long islandSo, we packed the henny and my men we got swayzAnd never lookin back, thats how we thinkin nowadaysChorus:Cos yo niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin yo)Word up niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)Nah niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)(yo thats why they got me rockin on the microphone)Niggas just cant have nuttin (yo niggas just cant have nuttin)Niggas just cant have nuttin (have nuttin, just nuttin)Nowadays niggas didnt have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)(well now they got me rockin on the microphone)(niggas just cant have nuttin)Niggas just aint (got a mother*****in thing)Nowadays (word up) niggas aint got nuthin
