Tim Smooth - Don't Talk About It lyrics

First Verse (Threat + Insane): (Threat) For my doggs, Southside, Westside I ride Eastside, Northside, the Menace back Worldwide With plans of takin' over, soldiers be deep in the street Slangin' heat, nothin' sweet, playin' games for keeps Many thugs out in the blood, six deep in the mud Worldwide, I'm ready to ride and show my n***as some love I'm still in it to win it, every single second in a minute Black Menace to the finish, heart dark like windows tinted Finished Menace Entertainment, steppin' I represent it Government it for life, so let, that be the sentence Strap provin' relentless in battle with camoflauge Still at large, takin' charge, dogg I'm holdin' bars (Insane) Down with my rounds, Lil' Insane breakin' b**hes off Still that same n***a that bought the liquor to set the party off Got some weed, smoke it n***a, don't get busted with that sh** If you smoke it hard and claim you loaded boy you need to quit Make it happen Captain I ain't come here for no conversation Came to get some p**y, smoke some weed and do some paper chasin' Weather bakin', if you hate me, oh fa sho I'm whoopin' a** Chase you out the parkin' lot and have you mashin' on the gas Kinda fast, gotta get the f** from round these real n***as You the type of cat that pull your gat and never k** n***as Foreal n***a, saw you once before with all that fake hatin' Beatin' on your girl cuz she was on my dick, booty-shakin' Talkin' all that sh**, cuz you knew the f**in' club was crowded Got you outside, looked in your eyes and knew you wasn't bout it So uh... Chorus (All): Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it Second Verse (Tim Smooth + Geronimoe): (Tim Smooth) Never, ever, ever, ever I never leave my gun on the seat b**h I come with my heat I'm a wild muthaf**a, just one n***a deep f** a crew, nobody loves Tim, times is hard You get, one true friend, minus God And then they wind up tall runnin' off at the trap Act a a**, guardin' the cross and that's a wrap Matter of fact, when n***as can't tap your hat We react by shankin' everybody at'cha shack ]From Algiers on back, to the heights of the Terror-Town Movin' your lips and you gettin' flipped every round Pound for pound was back in the days Not actin' your age, cuz back in the days You afraid, ain't no n***a gone murder Tim He got noise I'm servin' him He got boys I'm servin' them Swervin' in with my grip, and intent to hit Any n***a disrespect and they feel this sh** (Geronimoe) Now n***as with the slick beefin' be the reason b**h n***as wind up with they sh** leakin' from b**h speakin' My n***as gat totin', smokin' n***as on contact f**in' with me, you f**in' with n***as bout combat I'm that, that n***a co*k it or pop it I spark it the dark, and b**h I walk it like I talk it Dawg it's that muthaf**a fa sho, n***a its me Geronimoe, Pigeon-Town, baby Seventeenth Where these gangsta, gangsta n***as, doin' they thang Hoes shank them, sank a n***a, now let 'em hang Seventeenth hoes about theirs Look Uptown and Downtown, get out that n***a get out the way Man these G-Hounds from G-town Come through, better be down Then you see now how we clown This U.P.T. Bound Them G-rounds make a sweet sound f** around up in P-Town I creep round where you be found b**h come back, look at me now n***a what? Chorus (.5x) Third Verse (J-Dawg): Now from the East bank to the other side of the water Look at the side of the club and see the other side of your daughter Like when this beat come on, she came on the floor and get buck Like the verse on the truck, watch her back that a** up I can't pa** up, the opportunity to get with it Then I'mma watch her while she pop it, like she want me to hit it So now I'm dancin' with her, askin' her to jet when I leave Crankin' up a session in the corner, blessin' the weed I'm all in, ain't got to spend, cuz the Hen on the house Do me a favor Baby, dump your boyfriend and we out Don't talk about it, be about it, now is you rollin' or what? And tell that n***a to get the f** on cuz he holdin' us up Now open the side door, jump in the ride, holdin' the weed She don't smoke, but she like Georgia so I'm blowin' her jeep You on next, you know what come next, removin' our clothes Her eyes red, from the smoke, I done blew through her nose Struck up a pose, with her leg co*ked, foot on the dash I got a hand full of red co*k, foot on the gas Now while I'm drivin' catch my zipper girl and handle yo biz Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be about it, ya dig? Now what? Chorus