De La Soul - U Don't Wanna B.d.s. lyrics

Hahahahahahahahaha! [freddie foxxx] Ha! check it out! It's bumpy knuckles baby, also known as freddie foxxx That's right, and i came to check my n***az de la soul See y'all n***az don't really wanna bust dat sh** huh Yaknahmsayin? so i'ma show you n***az The super-laser-gamma-ultra-k**a-n***a special You n***az ain't no k**ers You motherf**ers ain't gonna hurt nobody n***a You better keep rhymin n***a 'fore i smack the sh** outta you you little f**in sissy You n***az ain't real; that's right It's de la soul baby, and bumpy motherf**in knuckles baby Alright, c'mon on! [maseo (?)] Check my stats, entire - apparat' Even from the days when i had to roll strapped Wonderin if i gotta go back to that Zest to rub records from rap and kick facts To tracks and stack, one (?) got kayed Yeah some got paid, some waved in the fades Fact of the matter my style will never fade Managin to keep it all a-grade So you can stay nourish and flourish with the truth (??) (??) some n***az i know If i need a mayday Bust some f**in n***az tryin to play me cra-zay Causin interruptions to my big pay-day Playin with them guns make them f**in lea-ry But if it's clear-ly Merely and surely and, how it's gotta be I got some thorough n***az that's ridin me So witcha bullsh** i'm not buyin it b Don't come around thinkin you can try it with me Cause uhh.. Chorus: repeat 2x You don't wanna bust dat sh** (uh-uhh) You don't wanna bust dat sh** (no no) You don't wanna bust dat sh** (uh-uhh) You don't wanna bust dat sh** (no no!) You don't wanna bust dat sh** (uh-uhh!) You don't wanna bust dat sh** (no no!) You don't wanna bust dat sh** (uh-uhh!) You don't wanna bust dat sh**!! [maseo (?)] Shick shick, clik-a-clik This is where my people headin at Innocent people are carryin gats Now what the f** is all that? Is it cause times is live like a wire Gettin shock treated by the crossfire Ha-siyahh, burn bare well prepared To make my decision for my livin I ain't the one +robin+ i'm the one +given+ Hip-hop driven, and willin to die for it When scott larock died man i cried and sh** Then some cats got rich callin a woman a b**h But ain't no woman like the one i got And if you call her a b**h well you might get (*blam*) And i know the feelings is mutual It's uncivilized and unsuitable Crips and bloods are recruitable Chorus [freddie foxxx] Ha ha, yeah you get the motherf**in point, huh? You n***az get the motherf**in point, huh? That's right so while you n***az is sittin up in central booking Crying like b**hes, huh? I'm in the motherf**in holdin block Waitin for your sweet p**y punk a** And i'ma whoop the sh** out of you For gettin on a f**in record, actin like you a f**in k**er I'ma show you n***az what a motherf**in k**er's all about, huh? You n***az ain't no motherf**ing gangsters You don't wanna bust that motherf**in sh** punk I'll punch your whole chest cavity out f*ggot You ain't no real n***a, n***a I'll smack the sh** out of you Cause you ain't a f**in live n***a You sittin in central booking, cryin like a b**h Waitin for your father, to come bail you out And freddie foxxx don't play that sh** n***a That's right, bumpy knuckles motherf**er And if you don't know, now you motherf**in know And yo de la, check it out - it's your motherf**in man And if any one of them n***az get sidewindin with you n***a Let me know, and i will send them n***az hot ones Like i'm a motherf**in mexican - feel me on that one huh? Cause them n***az know me n***a Believe me n***a they know me The motherf**in troublemaker, that's right And de la soul, is rollin with bump' knux' n***a So what?!?!! tell me, what?!?!?!