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Geto Boys - Talkin' Loud Ain't Saying Nothin' lyrics
[ Bushwick Bill ] Say D and Ak, those muthafuckas are down there at the mall protestin aginst us, man [ Willie D ] What?! [ Scarface ] Man, you bullshittin, man [ Bushwick Bill ] Yo, this's on the deuce, fuck the one I bullshit you not, my nigga I walked in there, seen muthafuckin picket signs and shit Sayin 'ban the Geto Boys', we're a bad influence on their kids How the fuck they gon' do that? I'm about two shakes of a rattlesnake tail off they ass [ Willie D ] It's time to get dead on they ass... [ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ] You goddamn parents are trippin Gimme some of that shit you been sniffin You don't want your kids to hear songs of this nature But you take em to the movies to watch Schwarzenegger Fuck that 'land of opportunity' shit I don't need permission to sell a damn hit I say what I want, when I want, how I want Try to stop me, get your fuckin ass stomped Call me a bad guy, but in reality Most you muthafuckas curse worse than me You rabble-ass, I show it, you goddamn hypocrite I ain't hidin shit, so suck my dick You mama can't relate, cause her mind is weak Fuck that shit she preach every week You contradict yourself in ever phrase Do you know a stupid-ass parent that's always (Talkin loud, sayin nothin) --> James Brown (Yeah) (Hey Silly Willy, let me talk, let me say somethin Let me say somethin, let me talk) Yeah man, we pumpin it up on the Southside I'm fixin to get me a Benz next month I got the money for it right now But I'm waitin on Rico to bring me this ki, knowmsayin? [ VERSE 2: Willie D ] Nigga, do I look like a goddamn sucker? You say you're clockin, you'se a lyin muthafucka Kickin that shit about you're waitin to scope But evertime I see your ass you're waitin on Metro I can't stand a lyin-ass nigga Try to be hard, but you're sweeter than sugar Told the boys you shot a cop to death But muthafucka, you was locked down for auto theft Say you ran shit, what you had to drink? Nigga, you was on a goddamn punk tank Washin out another nigga's drawers And getttin fucked up your doo-doo walls So don't give me that bullshit story Pussy muthafucka, I heard they took your commissary What the fuck are you, a man or a mouse? (Man) Well, why the fuck you clean another nigga's house? Hoe-ass nigga, yeah the word got back I wouldn'ta busted your ass, but you tried to high-cap You're like Pinocchio, can't get a lie straight Say you're scorin ki's when you're fuckin with 8ths Boy you're (Talkin loud, sayin nothin) (Yeah) What the fuck you doin talkin to that nigga? (Ah boy, I - I went to school with him That's my friend!) [ VERSE 3: Willie D ] Hoe, shut up, you're pissiin me off I'm bout to bust you in your goddamn mouth Have you forgotten my description? I'm a Geto Boy (We can't stand contradiction) Hoe, you got a head like a goddamn rock Is your muthafuckin brain washed? Just the other day I had a heartfelt blow And I had to beep ya just to find ya, hoe Another thing I dislike is your funky-ass friends Bitch, who you're fuckin, me or them? You're with the hoes all afternoon And when it's time for me, all your time is consumed But fuck that shit, take off my ring and my flack And you owe me 250 for the goddamn contacts You say you love me, but you keep fuckin up Dumb bitch, you ain't doin nuthin but (Talkin loud, sayin nothin) (Yeah) |
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