De La Soul - U Don't Wanna B.D.S. (feat. Freddie Foxxx) Lyrics
Hahahahahahahahaha! [freddie foxxx] Ha! check it out! It's bumpy knuckles baby, also known as freddie foxxx That's right, and i came to check my niggaz de la soul See y'all niggaz don't really wanna bust dat shit huh Yaknahmsayin? so i'ma show you niggaz The super-laser-gamma-ultra-killa-nigga special You niggaz ain't no killers You mother*****ers ain't gonna hurt nobody nigga You better keep rhymin nigga 'fore i smack the shit outta you you little *****in sissy You niggaz ain't real; that's right It's de la soul baby, and bumpy mother*****in knuckles baby Alright, c'mon on! [maseo (?)] Check my stats, entire - apparat' Even from the days when i had to roll strapped Wonderin if i gotta go back to that Zest to rub records from rap and kick facts To tracks and stack, one (?) got kayed Yeah some got paid, some waved in the fades Fact of the matter my style will never fade Managin to keep it all a-grade So you can stay nourish and flourish with the truth (??) (??) some niggaz i know If i need a mayday Bust some *****in niggaz tryin to play me cra-zay Causin interruptions to my big pay-day Playin with them guns make them *****in lea-ry But if it's clear-ly Merely and surely and, how it's gotta be I got some thorough niggaz that's ridin me So witcha bullshit i'm not buyin it b Don't come around thinkin you can try it with me Cause uhh.. Chorus: repeat 2x You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh) You don't wanna bust dat shit (no no) You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh) You don't wanna bust dat shit (no no!) You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh!) You don't wanna bust dat shit (no no!) You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh!) You don't wanna bust dat shit!! [maseo (?)] Shick shick, clik-a-clik This is where my people headin at Innocent people are carryin gats Now what the ***** is all that? Is it cause times is live like a wire Gettin shock treated by the crossfire Ha-siyahh, burn bare well prepared To make my decision for my livin I ain't the one +robin+ i'm the one +given+ Hip-hop driven, and willin to die for it When scott larock died man i cried and shit Then some cats got rich callin a woman a ***** But ain't no woman like the one i got And if you call her a ***** well you might get (*blam*) And i know the feelings is mutual It's uncivilized and unsuitable Crips and bloods are recruitable Chorus [freddie foxxx] Ha ha, yeah you get the mother*****in point, huh? You niggaz get the mother*****in point, huh? That's right so while you niggaz is sittin up in central booking Crying like *****es, huh? I'm in the mother*****in holdin block Waitin for your sweet ***** punk ass And i'ma whoop the shit out of you For gettin on a *****in record, actin like you a *****in killer I'ma show you niggaz what a mother*****in killer's all about, huh? You niggaz ain't no mother*****ing gangsters You don't wanna bust that mother*****in shit punk I'll punch your whole chest cavity out faggot You ain't no real nigga, nigga I'll smack the shit out of you Cause you ain't a *****in live nigga You sittin in central booking, cryin like a ***** Waitin for your father, to come bail you out And freddie foxxx don't play that shit nigga That's right, bumpy knuckles mother*****er And if you don't know, now you mother*****in know And yo de la, check it out - it's your mother*****in man And if any one of them niggaz get sidewindin with you nigga Let me know, and i will send them niggaz hot ones Like i'm a mother*****in mexican - feel me on that one huh? Cause them niggaz know me nigga Believe me nigga they know me The mother*****in troublemaker, that's right And de la soul, is rollin with bump' knux' nigga So what?!?!! tell me, what?!?!?!
