I Ain`t Havin` That Lyrics

I Ain`t Havin` That lyrics

featuring Doc Holiday Starang Wondah

Starang: They don't like us
Rock:
Word Up
Starang: They don't like us
Rock: They ain't gotta like us fuck
them son

[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings
drama
hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we
doin this
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means)
I do a show in New Orleans
and get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we
been missin you)
Last year ATL we almost got physical
I can't talk now
read about it in the interview
(While ya'll up in D&D) I caught two and
three stitches
I was still gettin bitches in the tunnel takin pictures
In
the mazda listenin to Kris ‘I Got Next'
I wanted "Hot Sex" so I ran and got
the Lex (aiyyo)

[Rock]
Aiyyo shit goes down
Time to throw down show
up this a showdown
So down low now I'm low down
Hold down the fort now wit
a fo' pound
blow down ya whole town first go round
Yo smile'll quickly be
switched bitch and you'll frown
when I dig in ya pockets and take all the
dope out
Lay ya gold out now and don't pronounce one word
Shut the fuck
up probably cryin hold down
Tired of punk asses takin shit for a joke
Now
watch you'll pounce gat pointed at yo door (POW)
Act like you know now
We
could be so foul shake your hand run up in ya bitch no
doubt

Chorus:

I ain't havin that - 4X

Shit yo game be
asses I got two passes to the Baja
Ah ha then turn into night we fuck
Yo
cars superthug privelage
I ain't got to brag because I did it
Run before
the rap when I was scrappin
On these motherfuckin mean streets of
Brownsville gun clappin
I ain't got to front I make it happen
Strictly
snappin necks, strictly macs and techs
Head all night overdeuce deuce the
feds

[Rock]
Yo matter fact here's a list of some of the shit I ain't
havin
First of all there wont be no more talkin out yo ass man
I ain't
havin no back stabbin I ain't havin shit
Run yo mouth you get smacked in it
(Why) Why? why?
Why ask why say goodbye to mister nice guy say hi to the bad
guy
Four horsemen head the magnum force man rip you get lit the fuck up
(Speeed)
Like a spliff of human torch man this shit scorchin
Do the
research your feet hurt from half-steppin
Bitin my shit a make your teeth
hurt
Word is bond - jovi B you wildin
My dick dont stay out my high stop
ridin (My Diiick)

Son niggaz tryin ta beat me in the head wit gats fuck
that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
Run up in the piece think
you gone dead that fuck that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin
that)
U.S. marshalls at my crib tryin ta take me back fuck that
(I ain't
havin that, I ain't havin that)
We could take it ol school at 3 meet me in
the back fuck that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin
that)

[Ruck]
Yo, yo.. "where ya at?"
To all my peoples Henessey
passed off
Give a toast to my whole MFC
While you clowns waitin Ruck is
shakin the foundation
Wit some groundbreakin shit that'll leave the town
thinking
When I cock back my pistol drop back and whistle
For my niggas
to hold me down because this here bout to get hit dude
We miss you stick a
niggas roll and his fool clique
I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull
SHHHH

[Doc Holiday]
U.S. marshall and your little wittle when left is
caught up on my pillow
Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread you fuckin
fag
MFC keep it cookin (Keep it cookin)
We emerge wit the blue print to
plan my escape from central brooklyn
Rock pick the lock Ruck bust the sha
sha
Keep with the blast CC4 to blow the door (Now we blow the spot)
Armed
and dedicated semi under rated fuck it to me dated by a wip ass
You niggaz
lick ass we blast gas pletal freak mass
Doin the Macarana over 2 pounds of
hash
(We ain't havin that)

I ain't havin that -
5X

[Ruck]
You dont got no wins in mi casa
My shit's proper you
still suckin my kielbasa
From hilshire I still fire from
helicopters
Watch the birdie I heard him tell the tale to the
coppers
Clock ya comin from the precinct singin operas
Met you at ya crib
from the blind side I dropped ya
Knocked ya, teeth out ya mouth when I popped
ya
Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya poppa

Yo live niggaz on the
wall write that smoke crack fuck that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin
that)
Yo ya smack me and I smack you back fuck that
(I ain't havin that,
I ain't havin that)
Ya'll niggaz think ya'll gone come around here flashin'
track fuck that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
And if you
niggaz owe me dough besta get my trap fuck that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't
havin that)

[Starang]
Son you know they can't stand me
Cuz my crew
pack heat like Miami
Ran for these rappaz outside of the Grammy's
They be
killin me how they willingly be grillin me
Cuz they shorty wop just be
feelin' me
Could it be, my name, or my big gold chain
Now when we in the
airport on our way to soul train
I got niggaz on the west coast (WEST
SIIIIDE)
That meet me at the airport carryin weed in they trenchcoats
In
business class eatin french toast and coffee
Tell the stewartess to back up
off me we on ya'll
Warned ya, but ya'll still couldn't wait for the all-time
great
William H. word up

And if ya call and I'm not home then you can
call me back fuck that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
You just
can't smoke if you ain't put in for the sack fuck that
(I ain't havin that,
I ain't havin that)
Son don't fuck her raw here's a jimmy hat fuck
that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
Here's a tic-tac your
breath smell like ass crack fuck that (Wooooo)

Starang:
And when you
know, that when your MFC, your MFC for life
98 shit, Willam H. Duren, Doc
Holiday