La Chat - Don't Sang It lyrics

(La Chat talking) Mayne look uh hurr, I'm tired of all these micrphone k**in' a** hoes Yah know wha I'm talkin' bout'? Da type of hoes das gon' run they mouth behind the muthaf**in' mic But aint gon' k** sh** and aint gon' let sh** die These studio gang-style hoes Talkin' all dat muthaf**in' sh** b**h bring dat sh** on to tha doe' come on hoe Come on let's go (Chorus) Don't sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Cuz' I'm da b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy Da b**hy, b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy b**hy you love to hate You think you know me b**h (b**h) But you don't know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some sh** den bring it to da doe' Cuz' I'm da b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy Da b**hy, b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy b**hy you love to hate (Verse 1) Da stout b**h, but I'm packin' da fat a** beer belly n***as wanna get in my sh**, but they aint ready If it's somethin' you wanna get den go get it If I'm not strapped den I'm packin' da mesheti I don't give a f** cut chu' b**hes up like spaghetti Shootin' off 70 rounds so don't test me I'm out hurr just doin' my thang, you gon' let me I'ma keep keepin' it real, so don't sweat it Fight a b**h over a n***a I aint petty Put em' in da trunk wit' da bump of da chevy Holla at my brother Big Steady das so heavy He be droppin' pounds of dat sh** wit' no waitin' See yo' gurl den pushed it and she ridin' da big boi Expy Hooked up wit' da Hypnotized Camp so don't hate me Shall not play no games when it come to dat ghetty I don't love none of you b**hes, you aint steady (Chorus) Don't sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Cuz' I'm da b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy Da b**hy, b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy b**hy you love to hate You think you know me b**h (b**h) But you don't know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some sh** den bring it to da doe' Cuz' I'm da b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy Da b**hy, b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy b**hy you love to hate {pieces of If You Aint From My Hood by Project Pat} (Verse 2) I got a fake smile, fake style for you b**hes think you wild Let me see you do some thangs, while you over hurr talkin' loud Yeah, I hurr you talkin' b**h But to me dat talk aint sh** Who gon' do da talkin' at yo' funeral when you in da ditch? See I be roastin' hoes, but I will (?) fa sho Hate to see yo' b**h to draw a crowd, I aint gon' do nothin' doe' For dat sh** I got some manners to take it to da highest level We can fight or we can shoot dem thangs mayne its wudeva I be lookin' innocent waitin' for a incident Soon some sh** go down you betta know La Chat gon' be in it I'm gon' gather up my crew, den we comin' after you If my crew don't come dat mean I'm comin' wit' grenades fool Aint no need in watchin' me you betta watch yo' back hoe Tell yo' mammy to lock da doe' and keep da f**in' curtains closed Push rewind and listen good again before you get done in Know'z you a hata in descise tryin' to be my friend (Chorus) Don't sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Cuz' I'm da b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy Da b**hy, b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy b**hy you love to hate You think you know me b**h (b**h) But you don't know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some sh** den bring it to da doe' Cuz' I'm da b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy Da b**hy, b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy b**hy you love to hate (Verse 3) I'm talkin' sh** cuz' it's you hoes dat always be hatin' You think you know me, guess again cuz' you got me mistakin' I keep my crew mayne it's some cheese dat I gotta be makin' Can't go to jail den it's my freedom dem ba*tards be takin' You think you slick with it, you b**hes I'm seein' you fakin' And for you n***as I don't love you, your pockets I'm breakin' You wanna war I got a friend dat I'm bringin' and datin' A 9 rhuga with tha handle wrapped up in da tapin' So tell me why you b**hes always be tryin' to diss If you aint heard dat I'm a b**h dat be handelin' fist I hope you think before you think about f**in' wit' dis I know you wanna go and snuggle up wit' cha dick No disrepect da way I tell it that's always gon' be I got my book dat tell yo' address and where you gon' sleep Go to yo' house I'm one of the b**hes that be climbin' da beat I'm tired of b**hes startin' sh**, hopin' they f**in' wit' me (Chorus) Don't sang it hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Now don't be sangin' hoe (hoe) You gotta bring it hoe (hoe) Cuz' I'm da b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy Da b**hy, b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy b**hy you love to hate You think you know me b**h (b**h) But you don't know me hoe (hoe) You wanna start some sh** den bring it to da doe' Cuz' I'm da b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy Da b**hy, b**hy, da b**hy, b**hy b**hy you love to hate