Binky - You Dont Want None

Song Rating: 7.68/10

Song lyrics:

Artist: Mack 10 & Road Dawgs
Album: Caught Up soundtrack
Song: You Dont Want None

Damn Dawg, sure look you ballin
I hit licks n***a
Yeah homey, with that one-oh piece hangin around yo neck
Wha**up?
I hit licks n***a
Eighteen carat on the wrist, double digit style
Whats happenin witchu man?
I hit licks n***a
Pushin ?rar-ies?
I told you dog, I hit licks n***a

[Mack 10]
I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my pockets is the fattest
The young presidential n***a with the platinum status
Maniac Mack 10, and Im callin all hogs
Now who wanna test the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs?
With the fo-fo knockin noodles leavin n***as like top ramen
And Dawg Im dumpin everytime youre even thinkin about bombin
This a jack move blood, hit the deck and thats real
You need to give up your goods or get your punk a** k**ed

[Road Dawgs]
In this life Im takin chances servin, slidin plastic
Got b**hes walkin out of banks with cash advances
I came up watchin true ballers; no one can school us
Ive seen fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers
Stay strapped for the get back; plus I use it
To jack hustlers and kidnappers *woman screaming*
Every since my Dawg died, I put mo licks in the mix
Another motherf**er hog tied

In the trunk of the Continental (how you do dat)
Trix are for kids, when Im finished check his dental (check it)
Step up to spit slugs on him, fool stole from me
I had to plug on him (we know his whereabouts)
No more hesitatin, no more debatin no more waitin
We gotta take him, shake him for his Daytons
Empty the clip and desecrate him, verbatim
(k** that n***a yo) You hatin, we gotta fade em

Chorus: Road Dawgs

You dont want none (Westsiders we riders)
Licks, its all about stacks and stocks
Max with Glocks
[Mack 10] as my lifetime is tickin
Comin up strong, lickin and flippin chickens

Chorus

[Road Dawgs]
Huh, it be the season for lickin (right)
Much love to my thug n***as and drug dealers
(Hell yeah (n***a) make way)
For the handler hawkin fingers, bell ringers, bringers
On the real, when I stick steel in your grill
With the intent to k** you bout to get your cap peeled
Glock in the hand of a mack, Im a hundred and jack
k** for the crack, sell it and steal it right back



Set your mindstate, into murders and po-po
Californias ruthless... keep the fo-fo
Straight dumpin out a fo-do
In the city with the Damu rip, and cholo
Gs wearin Polo, doin their do low
When I strike, youre stuck, I attack like Cujo
Its do or die for da meanest
In a gang like this n***a, f** all freaks!

[Mack 10]
Since dope is the game, I guess I found my niche
Got everybody trippin how quick I got rich
First Mack used to struggle, but now its mo betta
I got to meet mo n***as, so I made mo chedda
Now my whole umbrella check doe like a teller
Went from a quota rock n***a, to a big bird seller
Got the spot straight vacant whats to be made a n***a make it
And what a n***a aint makin, you best believe a n***a takin

Chorus

[Road Dawgs]
Im a motherf**in menace, mashin through Lennox
Up to Venice down in Hennys, chasin it with Guinness
All one, greed in my eyesite stay Gd
And make em bleed n***a what that I like
Gangsta love, slippin on my gloves
Turn into eleven showin they sevens and the dove
Who the Dawgs in your house? Comin through your doors
And your windows, layin n***as out

[Mack 10]
I can see clearly now, let the bullsh** fade
n***as cant paid caught up in the masquerade
So I mash and hoo-ride when its time to collide
And keep a big fat heater cause its cold outside
I flash like boo-ya, wont hesitate to DO ya
A n***a like me a straight junkie for MOO-la
One-Oh all about the doe the dividends and the funds
Makin hons pull they guns and f**in two-one-ones (beyitch!)

[Road Dawgs]
I been exposed to this lavish life gangsta sh**
And I suppose Im posed to have a nice major grip
So give it up motherf**er! You got
One more time with that flip mouth then Im buckin ya
Check it in homey, keys and cash
Dont make me act afool and blast your brains all over that dash
Another bloody situation (b**h a** n***a!)
Blaowww, I ran out of patience

Chorus 4X

[Mack 10]
Yeahhh, the Road Dawgs, and Mack One-Oh
Straight up Westside Connect g**nin to the fullest n***a!
(Tell em Dawg) hahaha
YOU KNOW FOOL! Unfadeable
Dub-S-C-G, you n***as dont want none
(WessSYDE!!)
You dont want none
Nah n***a, you dont want none
(You dont want NONE!)

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 13:57