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Saigon - Don't Do That lyrics
From a boy to a man to a martyr its the yard father
party starter who can hit the bar harder
i order bacardi with dark lager
to chase that mess its burning my chest like hot lava
verbally im a rotweiler you gon learn to respect me
cuz you aint even a doberman you a german shepard
and thats a back in the day dawg
thugs now a days will cock it back pop a cap in your acorn
fuck what they say in they songs
gangstas dont stay long
they make a little noise then they gone
thats why i tell my sister i love her
plus my mom and my brother
live for today i know im not promised another (another)
you little punk mother fucker
i aint got no love for you i got a slug for you
its possible today can be your very last morning
move your ass on and take this as a last warning
dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
dont dont d-dont dont do that
dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
if you dot wanna get slapped dont do that
you been talkin behind my back dont do that
steady runnin off at the trap dont do that
you want me to say something back dont do that
cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped
you been talkin behind my back dont do that
steady runnin off at the trap dont do that
you want me to say something back dont do that
cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped
from a petty larcenist to armed robber its the yardfather
i aint jamaican but label me as the don darta
let a nigga try to bomb bodda
i got a razor sharper than kareem abdul jabars barber
you you a disgrace to your pops in the pen
all he hearing about his son is the cops are his friends
only time he heard your name in a sentence with gun
when you told and got a nigga sentence for one
he aint raise you to be no bitch be no snitch
spent to much time with your moms sweet old bitch
we was chewing you was suckin your chico stick
shoulda sent your fairy ass to military class
now your moms gettin sceamed on by your dad
like we shoulda had a daughter instead of a fag
this the last time im tellin ya i swear its for sure
i shouldnt even ever have to say this no more
dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
dont dont d-dont dont do that
dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
if you dot wanna get slapped dont do that
you been talkin behind my back dont do that
steady runnin off at the trap dont do that
you want me to say something back dont do that
cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped
you been talkin behind my back dont do that
steady runnin off at the trap dont do that
you want me to say something back dont do that
cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped
if you go to w w f u
somebody put a slug in your brother then guess who
you know ima thug it but love it the best do
not to many love it as rugid as S do
im so special
im what the fuck is lyricism
and im open to all your constructive criticism
let a nigga step outa line
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from up have a son truck and hit him with it
i told him not to do it
the nigga went and did it
he talkin shit about me dawg now he feelin a get it
and im ready to let the pop gun squirt
and sit hoppin g rockin free saigon shirt
cuz he be tryna play me is not gonna work
god made dirt now put some on top of this jerk
dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
dont dont d-dont dont do that
dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
if you dot wanna get slapped dont do that
you been talkin behind my back dont do that
steady runnin off at the trap dont do that
you want me to say something back dont do that
cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped
you been talkin behind my back dont do that
steady runnin off at the trap dont do that
you want me to say something back dont do that
cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped
(I Know)
i know i know i know i know life got much more to offer me
and i know i know i know i know the system treats us unlawfully
and i know i know i know i know that a new day is yet to come
and i know that ill be rite here with the nation
we live in a place where babies are born addicted to base
if you get arrested you likely to get kicked in your face
a lot of bitches is sick with the "H."
if you dont want the "I.V." think before you put your dick in her waist
its a disgrace theres only one particular race
that got fucked ever since we got shipped to the states
like being trapped in a pit full of snakes
they callin the coke dandruff the ghetto been inflicted with flakes
i listen to rap but wouldnt let my kid listen to that
cuz if my kid listen to that then its a wrap
niggas replace wisdom with materialism
i use the rhythm to preach about imperialism
i get on it like martin luther king and do the damn thing
far as snitching goin like j-lo i can sing
but ill eat you like a planet wing
lets pop a cop and then pop some champagne
i know i know i know i know life got much more to offer me
and i know i know i know i know the system treats us unlawfully
and i know i know i know i know that a new day is yet to come
and i know that ill be rite here with the nation
they got drugs of all sorts coming through the airports
only once every five years somebody get caught
how many lives must heroin cut short
how many us folk gotta grow up to smoke shoot sniff or snort
we no longer serving them dimes to manuever through turbulent times
me and my niggas murdering rhymes
my life breathe like a verse in a song
so its in the quran word bond yah gonna worship the don
convict since a young age face plastered on the front page
picture me workin for minimum wage
i went in a rage packed the mack 10 and the gage
in the streets i seen more action that nicholas cage
buck one for my niggas locked for using a gun
buck two and them niggas that bucked Roo fuck you
buck three for lucky
buck four for all my dawgs up north lets get this jump off jumped off
i know i know i know i know life got much more to offer me
and i know i know i know i know the system treats us unlawfully
and i know i know i know i know that a new day is yet to come
and i know that ill be rite here with the nation