Hi-Tek - Y'all Don't Wanna Do That lyrics

[Intro:] Uhh, uhh Yeah, yeah Uh-huh uh Sk**z, uhh Hi-Tek Yeah, uh V-A, yeah Yo, uhh, yeah [Verse 1:] Yo trust me you don't want none of me man You wanna discuss that sh** with your dog like the Son of Sam If I, run out of hustles then I'm runnin a scam Spit some hot sh** to you that'll be numbin your man (uh-huh) I know what y'all n***as thinkin now "He was on TV with Missy, so how the f** he underground?" Uhh, I rep my state from coast to coast Don't matter if I'm spittin with Nas or spittin with Mos I'mma explain this sh** to y'all geeks (talk to 'em) I f** with Timbaland cause Timbaland got beats! And after "Ghostwriter" came out (uhh) Y'all was b**hin and cryin, cause I ain't put the names out (uh-huh) Y'all still thinkin I was frontin (mm-hmm) And Puff cut a check, so I ain't have to say nothin (nah) These rap cats is fakin I'm jumpin in front of you and takin yours like a Secret Service agent [Hook 2X: Sk**z] Y'all don't wanna do that (mm-mmm!) Y'all don't wanna do that (uh-uhh!) You don't really wanna do that (mm-mmm!) Dog you don't wanna do that (uh-uhh!) [Verse 2:] Yo, you know what irks me even more? (What?) Male groupies when you out on tour (f'real) Man I thought I was gon' flip Dude pa**ed the tape under the stall and I'm tryin to take a sh**! Man this drama gotta stop Them the fools that you gotta watch (uh-huh) Keep your tape, don't do me no favors Cause when I tell you the truth, you gon' call me a hater (uh-huh) And chicks I came up with (mm-hmm) Be gettin mad cause they can't get hit (what?) They be like, "That n***a Sk**z ain't sh**!" Huh, but you just spent some bills to get Sk**z's sh** 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 [Hook] [Verse 3:] Yo, uhh 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 sh** n***a!" 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 b**hin While I'm on stage spittin with a lot of n***as ad-libbin Man y'all need to k** that I'm from V-A n***a, where it's God damn real at Tracks I peel at, and leak a few to the streets So if you haters s**in yo' teeth then do it on beat, c'mon (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 Gaye, cause see [Hook] - 2X [Outro:] Uhh, uhh, Sk**z Uhh, uhh, V-A Yeah, c'mon {*beat fades*}