they don't want none - game lyrics
[featuring: shyne & pharrell]
far as dough, i’m stuffed with cash, popping like f-ckle tags
rappin’ in belize, louis vuitton duffle bags
guess who home, my n-gg- shyne
straight out the brick house to a brick house
money flowin’ like it’s chris dale
shine on it swiss styles, i’m hood as kid styles
my clair bomber jacket perfect for the pit stop, it is now
you boys don’t want none, release on the blood glock
they here by, they go numb
goin’ plan no. 1 with the gang no. 2
start track no. 3 back to ypee mv
(gots the chill) while i stack a mill to the ceiling
ten gangstas outside, meeting gangstas in the building
one n-gg- can’t stop this motherf-ckin’ killin’
h-ll on earth of repercussion, the blood is spelt on my children
cowboys and indians, motherf-ck the pilgrims
infiltrate my squad near every cat buildin’
(they don’t want none)
don’t make a n-gg- pull glocks in the shots
spin that black ghost around the block
(they don’t need none)
we got pills for days
give a b-tch chills and thrills for days
know i mean?
(let ’em have some)
ace of spades by the fountains
cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(in a week i’m)
we bringin’ the f-ck
yo b, let ’em know
money gang uh
fish out the cooker, bein’ busy for the p-ssy
in the kitchen with the cook of blood yea, then you rough us
you f-ckin’ hookers, y’all a bunch of ashton kutcher’s
with the finger tag backs, you ain’t jackin’ that
yo game, i’m laughin’ at these cop who turned shote us
imagine that, you’re mad a f-ckin’ life happen at
you’s the only one there, i swear
stuck the blood clut cryin’
i’m in belize with game when these shots fired in this silence
y’all motherf-ckaz singin’
i’ve see the paperwork, you a f-ckin’ pigeon, no kisses
count clood to the ceilin’
george jackson sh-t, vic, vag, vellin
hopin’ every cell they creepin’
county f-ckin’ with me, i’m the best livin’
(they don’t want none)
don’t make a n-gg- pull glocks in the shots
spin that black ghost around the block
(they don’t need none)
we got pills for days
give a b-tch chills and thrills for days
know i mean?
(let ’em have some)
ace of spades by the fountains
cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(in a week i’m)
we bringin’ the f-ck
yo b, let ’em know
money gang uh
check it, what the blood clot?
n-gg- blood got ferrari’s and lambo’s parked outside the drug spot
survived five shots, you know that
when b-tch n-gg-s died, they cried
cause they had to pay for that
payers took it, where the blow at?
i just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you know i’m ’bout to blow that
they don’t make real n-gg-s where you from
sick 45, i’m ’bout to finger f-ck the trigga till them hollows come
talk sh-t? swallow one
you f-ckin’ move me
i disrespect n-gg-s like in old italian movies
i’m sayin’, i live, you ready
i come in the restaurant with my shirt off and spit in your f-ckin’ spaghetti sauce
boss, my pocket’s fatter than my n-gg- ross
wipe this milkatrone off my mouth with my louis glove
understand?
i’m a california felon
bust your cerebellum, skateboard go and tell ’em
(they don’t want none)
don’t make a n-gg- pull glocks in the shots
spin that black ghost around the block
(they don’t need none)
we got pills for days
give a b-tch chills and thrills for days
know i mean?
(let ’em have some)
ace of spades by the fountains
cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(in a week i’m)
we bringin’ the f-ck
yo b, let ’em know
money gang
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