Skillz - Y'all Don't Wanna Do That lyrics

[Skillz:]

Uhh, uhh

Yeah, yeah

Uh-huh uh

Skillz, uhh

Hi-Tek

Yeah, uh

V-A, yeah

Yo, uhh, yeah

Yo trust me you don't want none of me man

You wanna discuss that shit with your dog like the Son of Sam

If I, run out of hustles then I'm runnin a scam

Spit some hot shit to you that'll be numbin your man (uh-huh)

I know what y'all niggaz thinkin now

"He was on TV with Missy, so how the fuck he underground?"

Uhh, I rep my state from coast to coast

Don't matter if I'm spittin with Nas or spittin with Mos

I'ma explain this shit to y'all geeks (talk to 'em)

I fuck with Timbaland cause Timbaland got beats!

And after "Ghostwriter" came out (uhh)

Y'all was bitchin and cryin, cause I ain't put the names out (uh-huh)

Y'all still thinkin I was frontin (mm-hmm)

And Puff cut a check, so I ain't have to say nothin (nah)

These rap cats is fakin

I'm jumpin in front of you and takin yours like a Secret Service agent

[Chorus x2: Skillz]

Y'all don't wanna do that (mm-mmm!)

Y'all don't wanna do that (uh-uhh!)

You don't really wanna do that (mm-mmm!)

Dog you don't wanna do that (uh-uhh!)

[Skillz:]

Yo, you know what irks me even more? (What?)

Male groupies when you out on tour (f'real)

Man I thought I was gon' flip

Duke passed the tape under the stall and I'm tryin to take a shit!

Man this drama gotta stop

Them the fools that you gotta watch (uh-huh)

Keep your tape, don't do me no favors

Cause when I tell you the truth, you gon' call me a hater (uh-huh)

And chicks I came up with (mm-hmm)

Be gettin mad cause they can't get hits (what?)

They be like, "That nigga Skillz ain't shit!"

Huh, but you just spent some bills to get Skillz's shit

Didn't you? "Mm-hmm" That's funny (mm-hmm)

These broads ain't stoppin my money (uh-uh!)

So if you manage to get close to me (uh-huh)

Think about what you gon' say boo before approachin me

Cause see

[Chorus]

[Skillz:]

Yo, uhh

I rip mics 'til they torn (uh-huh)

When I walk, you'd think there's a strobelite on .. (yeah)

In cyphers I be straight up attackin

Cats be like, "You ripped that shit nigga!"

Calm down, I was practicin!

Man y'all gotta be kiddin (uh-huh)

I got yo' CD, I did a lot of skippin

Like when I see you, you gon' do a lot of bitchin

While I'm on stage spittin with a lot of niggaz ad-libbin

Man y'all need to kill that

I'm from V-A nigga, where it's God damn real at

Tracks I peel at, and leak a few to the streets

So if you haters suckin yo' teeth then do it on beat, c'mon

(Tchk, tchk-tchk, tchk-tchk) I ain't new with the heat

I'm in the booth with the flu and still chewin the beat

I'm sonnin y'all like Father's Day; disrespect pop

and get popped like Marvin Gaye, cause see

[Chorus x2]

[Skillz:]

Uhh, uhh, Skillz

Uhh, uhh, V-A

Yeah, c'mon [beat fades]