U Don't Wanna B.D.S Songtext / Lyric

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



You know I'm sayin'? So I'ma show you niggaz

The super laser gamma ultra killa nigga special

You niggaz ain't no killers

You motherfuckers ain't gonna hurt nobody, nigga



You better keep rhymin', nigga

'Fore I smack the shit outta you, you little fuckin' sissy

You niggaz ain't real; that's right, it's De La Soul, baby

And Bumpy motherfuckin' Knuckles baby, alright, come on



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 whole decade

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

[Incomprehensible] some niggaz, I know



If I need a mayday

Bust some fuckin' niggaz tryin' to play me crazy

Causin' interruptions to my big pay-day

Playin' with them guns make them fuckin' leary



But if it's clearly, 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



You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit



You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit



Shick shick, click a click

This is where my people headin' at

Innocent people are carryin' gats

Now what the fuck 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 bitch



But ain't no woman like the one I got

And if you call her a bitch well you might get

And I know the feelings is mutual

It's uncivilized and unsuitable

Crips and bloods are recruitable



But you don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit



You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit



Ha ha, yeah you get the motherfuckin' point, huh?

You niggaz get the motherfuckin' point, huh?

That's right so while you niggaz is sittin' up in central booking

Crying like bitches, huh?



I'm in the motherfuckin' holdin' block

Waitin' for your sweet pussy punk ass

And I'ma whoop the shit out of you

For gettin' on a fuckin' record, actin' like you a fuckin' killer



I'ma show you niggaz what a motherfuckin' killer's all about, huh?

You niggaz ain't no motherfucking gangsters

You don't wanna bust that motherfuckin' shit punk

I'll punch your whole chest cavity out, fagot



You ain't no real nigga, nigga

I'll smack the shit out of you

'Cause you ain't a fuckin' live, nigga

You sittin' in central booking, cryin' like a bitch



Waitin' for your father to come bail you out

And Freddie Foxxx don't play that shit, nigga

That's right, Bumpy Knuckles motherfucker

And if you don't know, now you motherfuckin' know



And yo De La, check it out, it's your motherfuckin' man

And if any one of them niggaz get side windin' with you nigga

Let me know, and I will send them niggaz hot ones

Like I'm a motherfuckin' Mexican, feel me on that one, huh?



'Cause them niggaz know me nigga, believe me, nigga they know me

The motherfuckin' troublemaker, that's right

And De La Soul, is rollin' with Bump' Knux' nigga

So what? Tell me, what?