paroles de chanson Y'all Don't Wanna - Capone-N-Noreaga

Yeah
Why they don′t get a nigga like me
To sing the national anthem or nuttin?
It's nothin

Nokio
(Flame, Nokio)
Nokio give us a beat baby, some gangsta shit, yo
CNN, the best group that ever lived

Best blowin′ fuckin' group that ever lived in rap
Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth
Yo, tell 'em how your life is son
How your life is yo?

My life is nuttin′ like a sitcom, you see I sip Dom
I rock Jordan′s, and can't stand Pippen′s
Bases loaded, coach want me to bunt
But I'ma go for the homer and cock the pump

I was the kid in the hood your moms ain′t want you with
Now I'm rich, tell your moms one-two click
Since a young one, I love heaven and love hell
Escobar style, I′ll build my own jail

The America's, 'merica′s, favorite thug
To sell cocaine, America′s, favorite drugs
Me and 'Pone like the military, we train niggaz
And the hoes don′t fuck, they just brain niggaz

CNN, focus on us, we coconuts
We throw our gang signs up, [unverified] wit us
Set up a congregation, so I can orally speak
I orally, have sex 'cause my aura [unverified] is deep, it go

Y′all don't wanna fuck with us
CNN out for them pesos
Y′all don't wanna bust with us
Niggaz better move when we say so

What's this I hear? CNN ain′t real?
What′s this I hear? CNN is wack?
What's this I hear? CNN won′t kill?
Now what's this I hear? CNN ain′t back?

Yo, I give you every part of my life, to my paralyzed [unverified]
To the foul death of my moms, the slug and the length of my arm
I'm, "The Answer" like Allen I
Who runs sick like cancer on the Island, I

I′m the first that ever loc'ed on a Nok' track
CNN back, like number 5 Jordan′s purple and black
We spazzed on purpose, fuck tryin′ to sit in a cat'
I erase drama and talk, memories in my rap

It′s kinda hard to rap on radio while I sit in the box
All I could think was money, send a few flicks to my pops
I give the street life my all, stripes and scars
Nights was hard, felt I had a right to rob

Now I spit righteous bars, fuck livin' like the stars
Give me a hood crib and a Chrysler Dodge
Cause I′m just like y'all, my kicks scuff like y′all
I still get harassed and searched up like y'all

Y'all don′t wanna fuck with us
CNN out for them pesos
Y′all don't wanna bust with us
Niggaz better move when we say so

What′s this I hear? CNN ain't real?
What′s this I hear? CNN is wack?
What's this I hear? CNN won′t kill?
Now what's this I hear? CNN ain't back?

Yo, imagine us cowards
You still live with mommy, still get allowance
I chase Henny, bubblin′ ounces
I returned off a short stretch, stuck in the mountains

What′s this I hear huh? This is my year
'Pone shit kosher, you think not? I give you my ear
Now listen closer I was born and I′ma die here
Listen soldier, I rap and keep one in the holster
Nigga you front, and I'ma pop one in your shoulder

Yo, raise the partition, cock guns with ammunition
Knock you out position and have your little hoe missin
Niggaz get locked up, I spread my love
Yo they leave god body but they come home blood

Balloon bags full of weed, yo I send you those
And it′s all about my niggaz, won't mention hoes
Keep it tight on all four corners, warrant search
Po′ po' and co's they all get merked, it go

Y′all don′t wanna fuck with us
CNN out for them pesos
Y'all don′t wanna bust with us
Niggaz better move when we say so

What's this I hear? CNN ain′t real?
What's this I hear? CNN is wack?
What′s this I hear? CNN won't kill?
Now what's this I hear? CNN ain′t back?

Y′all don't wanna fuck with us
CNN out for them pesos
Y′all don't wanna bust with us
Niggaz better move when we say so

What′s this I hear? CNN ain't real?
What′s this I hear? CNN is wack?
What's this I hear? CNN won't kill?
Now what′s this I hear? CNN ain′t back?

Yeah, it's like this
Collaboration, CNN, gangsta shit
With my nigga, Nokio on the beats
On the boards, fuckin shit up y′all, yeah

He on the boards, fuckin' shit up y′all
Huh, a hit record, got a hit record, written all over the track
Aiyyo, it got a hit record all over the track
Yeah hit record, written all over the track