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Текст (слова) песни: Das Efx - Cant Have Nuttin



Intro:

Niggas just cant have nuttin (have nuttin)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (have nuttin)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (nowadays yo)

Niggas just cant have (niggas just cant have)

Niggas just cant have (niggas just cant have)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)

Niggas niggas nowadays yo

Verse 1: dray

Well yo, they used to say that dray was a motherfuckin bum

Cos when it came to profit, son I really wasnt gettin none

The wilest motherfucker that you ever saw

They used to call me petey wheezthrow, the devils son-in-law

Now Im in the shit, like a fly I was buggin

From robbin to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin

Sellin cocaine in the high school halls

Playin it slick I kept the balms up in some tennis balls

I used to run across the bridge with my peeps

I packed a tray-8, in dem days I was playin for keeps

I used to roll around my hat and all day

Lookin for a prey that we could rob on broadway

Stickin niggas for their jewels if theyre worthy

Made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to jersey

86 and 87 was the year

Had the gucci hat, rock the rac-coon fur coat yeah

Keep em in disguise and nigga dont ya blink

See yeah saturday, we robbed another nigga at the rink

The beats was always showin up at my rest

Askin "does a certain drayzie live at this address? yes? "

The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt

I had the choice to go to school and get the fuck out!

I hit the south just like a bandit cos I was stranded

Virginia state in 88, you know thats where I landed

I couldnt stand it, shit was feelin strange

I made it outta range but yo, my shit was just about the dough

Chorus:

Aiyo, niggas just cant have nuttin ( yo niggas just cant have nuttin)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (nowadays yo)

*repeat x2*

Verse 2: skoob

Yo bust a move, peep the flav

Cos ima take you back to the days of brown envelope trays

Twenty-something years ago as I proceed to recollect

A newborn shorty had to ford cheques off bushwick

Bless the days, pops shot to get forth the *? vock? * and fifth

Damn, fam got to shift

From the tenth flo down four flights to the sixth

This was around the time smokin reefer was the shit

But now the crib a little bigger

I was the first man in the fam so its plans for a nigga

Had my clan from my building and my man from 8-11

Wit me when we hit the jams behind 2-57

Moms babysittin, pops on the hustle

54 block was on lock, bust a knuckle

Game rip, some niggas slipped and got greedy

Believe me, another "rest in peace" in graffitti

But I couldnt resist a few fights and petty heists

Cos now Im cross town in the heights

My nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for the fun

Where sons run guns and blow slums with the dums

And motherfuckers dont care

I love the street game so I stashed the green leaf by the air

You couldnt tell me shit, evil was more eager than a beaver

Kept it fresh, double-parked in the caesar

But I got deceased with this behaviour-type flavor

And do moms a favour, go to school and get this fuckin paper

So whats the caper cos now Im all in

At virginia state, now let the bullshit begin

Chorus:

Nowadays niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (yo niggas just cant have nuttin)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin yo)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin yo)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (nuttin, nuttin, nuttin, nuttin)

Nowadays niggas (niggas just cant have nuttin)

Verse 3: dray, skoob

It was 89 and yo, Im stayin out of fights

Im runnin with this nigga named books from crown heights

Gettin toe-up from the flow-up, were drinkin til we throw up

Were thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldnt show up

Well nigga so what? you fucked the holdup and went whatevers

Then bucked the leathers, son I got to get my shit together

Gettin drunk, gettin flunked in class is whats the function

Smokin blunts-in, son we need to stop frontin

Were goin huntin, virginia didnt have shit for us

Thats why we broke out with dice and blitzed into blue chorus

Gettin busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend

The deal we was seekin from styles we was freakin

But yo, now its 91 and me and son we got to scram

(aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we couldnt handle)

And yo, something got ta happen or ima get tha pappin

We got tha blueprints to this new style of rappin

Packin skills from the sewer, I knew we had a shot

Gotta go and blow the spot and show them niggas how we rock, what?

If pmd is judgin it, yeah the cautious crew

Makin all that money on that business as usual

(tip tip tip) tip, we flip the tongue and started wilin

They hit us with the digits to the cribs in long island

So, we packed the henny and my men we got swayz

And never lookin back, thats how we thinkin nowadays

Chorus:

Cos yo niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin yo)

Word up niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)

Nah niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)

(yo thats why they got me rockin on the microphone)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (yo niggas just cant have nuttin)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (have nuttin, just nuttin)

Nowadays niggas didnt have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)

Niggas just cant have nuttin (niggas just cant have nuttin)

(well now they got me rockin on the microphone)

(niggas just cant have nuttin)

Niggas just aint (got a motherfuckin thing)

Nowadays (word up) niggas aint got nuthin

 

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