Hawdwerk & Jansport J - You Ain't Sayin' Nada lyrics

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[Hawdwerk]

[Verse 1]

While yall treat the OG's like some babysitta's

We got our whole city lookin like the navy wit' us

Assorted ladies wanna kick it wit' us

runnin up like "oh you even cuter than yo baby pictua's"

Ha, Ha, that part was a lie

To tell the truth i am no mack i hardly try

But if you think that you can rap harder than I,

Then I do strongly advise, asking the last artist that tried

I'm well centered like the black part of your eye

A spectacular design, no need to ask what if's or why's

The beat will shake the whole back part of your ride

So turn around and make sure that your passenger's alright

I'm a force they cant deny... so raise yo fist if you "ret" to ride

All my folks that graduated throw your tassels in the sky

To let 'em know that we too grown to wear our pants against our thighs

[Chorus]

I heard there's some niggas talkin bout'em

But all i hear is blah blah, you aint sayin nada

Cause if you really had a problem

Then you know how to find'em, you aint sayin nada

You aint sayin nada

You aint sayin nada

You aint sayin nada

You aint sayin nada

[Verse 2]

I had a dream i bought a chain

And got robbed by 40 glocc for thinkin' it was all a game

But if it's all the same

I'd rather have the wheel of fortune than be in the hall of fame

But exposure never hurt nobody

They mad i got invited to this birthday party

Im goin nuts, lookin like i wanna hurt somebody

She's throwin' up, you shoulda' never given her Bacardi

Couldnt handle like the Bush administration

You wont catch me at a label tryin to push a demonstration

Im too busy turnin composition books into cremations

With our logo on the cover like "look mother we made it"

And its really not creative

When hip-hop was never lost but everyone's sayin they saved it

I really beg to differ and its workin on my patience

They dont know us back at home, but they love us on vacation

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

One night i really caught the feelin'

Jumped off the stage and hit my head against the ceilin'

My noggin started bleedin' but i couldn't help but kill it

I kept on rappin' even though they wanted me to chill its like

Nobody knows my passion, work through anything that happens

Aint no mini-me's or actors, who fill in for me in action

Epitome of active, your stupidity i laugh it off

Knowing that you'll never get to be the main attraction

You aint even a caption you could maybe be a dancer

You're the Amerie of rappers I won't angrily attack ya'

I won't be makin' you a factor, rather make you into Casper

You're a rake against a tractor

And whoever's makin' money you're still payin' to the masta's

So I'd rather spend it all then save a penny for them bastards

So here's a toast to all my future baby mama's

Because when the kids get older i aint payin for they classes, hey

[Chorus]

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