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Alon Pacman Cohen - Yall Dont Wanna Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh
Skillz, uh, Hi-Tek, uh, yeah, uh
VA, yeah, yo, uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
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 niggas thinkin' now
"He was on TV with Missy, so how the fuck he underground?"
(Uh) 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 (Uh)
Y'all was bitchin' and cryin', 'cause I ain't put the names out
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' (Uh-huh)
I'm jumpin' in front of you and takin' yours like a Secret Service agent

[Chorus]
Y'all don't wanna do that (Mm-mmm)
Y'all don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
You don't really wanna do that? (Mm-mmm)
Dog, you don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
Y'all don't wanna do that (Mm-mmm)
Y'all don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
You don't really wanna do that? (Mm-mmm)
Dog, you don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
[Verse 2]
Yo, you know what irks me even more? (What?)
Male groupies when you out on tour (Fo' real)
Man, I thought I was gon' flip
Dude passed the tape under the stall and I'm tryin' to take a shit
Man, this drama gotta stop (Uh-huh)
Them the fools that you gotta watch (Yeah, uh-huh)
Keep your tape, don't do me no favors
'Cause when I tell you the truth, you gon' call me a hater
And chicks I came up with (Mm-hmm)
Be gettin' mad, 'cause they can't get hit (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]
Y'all don't wanna do that (Mm-mmm)
Y'all don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
You don't really wanna do that? (Mm-mmm)
Dog, you don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
Y'all don't wanna do that (Mm-mmm)
Y'all don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
You don't really wanna do that? (Mm-mmm)
Dog, you don't wanna do that (Uh-uh), yo, uh
[Verse 3]
I rip mics 'til they torn (Uh-huh)
When I walk, you'd think there's a strobe light 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 niggas ad-libbin'
Man, y'all need to kill that
I'm from VA 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-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]
Y'all don't wanna do that (Mm-mmm)
Y'all don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
You don't really wanna do that? (Mm-mmm)
Dog, you don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
Y'all don't wanna do that (Mm-mmm)
Y'all don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
You don't really wanna do that? (Mm-mmm)
Dog, you don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
Y'all don't wanna do that (Mm-mmm)
Y'all don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
You don't really wanna do that? (Mm-mmm)
Dog, you don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
Y'all don't wanna do that (Mm-mmm)
Y'all don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
You don't really wanna do that? (Mm-mmm)
Dog, you don't wanna do that (Uh-uh)
[Outro]
Uh, uh, Skillz
Uh, uh, VA
Uh, yeah, c'mon