I Got No Time for Ya'll Songtext

von Dirty Heads

I got no time for ya'll, we got to keep movin yea.
I've got to move on, move on, keep moving, yea
I got no time for yall we got to keep movin yea
I got to move on move on from here

I'm droppin beats nice and mellow, meet ya I say hello
Jump on the microphone I got the fellas sayin well a
Damn, yo this boy come shockin and no I dont stop until I'm done rockin, so
Yo just sit back and relax for a bit
I'll spit my shit then I quit
Like the bizz then I rip it.

Im high as can be, the true Dirty
B and y'all can see we comin Irie, yea, yea
Yea Irie

I've got no time for y'all, we keep to keep movin yea
I've got to move on, move on, keep moving yea
I've got no time for y'all, we got to keep moving yea
I've got to move on, move on from here, yea yea

Im on a stag, my booze up on the very highest shelf
Yo stay true to my friends and get wise with myself
Cause I'm impaired with the spare and all you sucka MCs
So be yourself and flow it easy keep it tight like dungarees
And get this cheese like cheddar, drop the fake act.
And grab these beats that'd be better

Can it be the MC rockin under canopies, insanity is banning me from rappin
Independently its sending me to penitentiaries offensively
Cause I love music, I chose it dont abuse it never lose it when I bruise it
So dont be livin to shoot when you know your gonna miss
Ya say you get more pussy than a gynecologist
I know you would be lonley if it wasn't for your fist
Ya asked me how I got dope I said lots of prac-a-prac-a-tice

I got no time for y'all, we got to keep movin yea
I've got to Move on move on keep moving, yea
I got no time for yall we got to keep movin yea
I got to move on move on from here

To all the people breathing down my neck,
My backs against the wall
It's time to put 'em all and check 'em, I'm fed up with it all,
I put my hand up in the air and let my four fingers fall
And keep one up to let 'em know, let 'em know,

I've got no time for y'all, we got to keep moving, yea
Ive got to move on, move on keep moving yea
I've got no time for y'all, we got to moving, yea,
Ive got to Move on move on from here

Ya eyes get dilated cause all your hits is faded
I need to be sedated like my main man Dutty B,
Sick to your stomach when ya find an ill MC
With the symphony the illest infantry drops ya down for the century
The illest penalty said I know I'm hard to see I kill myself but leave my entity
But jump up off a track like a cricket make it Jiminey
Original cynical head bob, four star general
I find my with my tentacle, my rhyme style's identical to none
Ya bite me end up like ya grandfather straight chewin with ya gums
Its the DJ selector comin hard on the record with the effort full effect
DJ science break your neck when tounges twist syllabls trip lips that make hits
Never leave unfulfilled like a hooker with one tit, a group with one hit,
Gettin lose off one sip, we the sunshine MC's so I think ya best a quit
Yes I think its time to quit
Yo you know you best a quit
Yes I think its time to quit yo

I got no time for y'all, we got to keep movin yea
Move on move on from here, ya
I got no time for y'all we got to keep movin yea
I got to move on move on from here