Y’all Don’t Wanna (Madlib Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Skillz] 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 1: Skillz] 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: Skillz] 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 2: Skillz] 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 G— (*Shot*)