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De La Soul - Текст песни U Don't Wanna B. D. S.
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 preparedDe La Soul - U Don't Wanna B. D. S. - http://ru.motolyrics.com/de-la-soul/u-dont-wanna-b-d-s-lyrics.html
 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?










