Lyrical Breakdown of Please Don't Feat. Skooly & Short Dawg - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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"Please Don't" (feat. Skooly & Short Dawg) Young nigga thuggin' for a reason, pro'ly cause it's all that they teach him I come through killin' every season, pray they don't call the policeman Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman All I ever wanted was respect, young nigga thuggin' in the streets Please don't call the detective, please don't call the police! Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman Please don't call the police, please don't call the police Wait, verse time, killin' these niggas, it's murk time Puttin' these niggas in a hearse time To my enemies, I done had worse times Nigga, it's work time, put a pussy nigga in the dirt time Really don't wanna see me work, son - pull back the curtain, woo Why you do 'em like that? Boy you need to muhfuckin' stop that Hangin' wit' the killers and I'm feelin' presidential Big brother went and got the fuckin' drop head Now I make a old bitch drop head, I'll make yo' bitch drop head Put the pedal to the floor, now her panties on the floor Nigga, I'll make yo' bitch drop that! I smoke the most of the reefer, hangin' wit' Dos Cadenas Made it rain, hurricane, give out that money like FEMA Turn that lil bitch to Katrina, fuck up the money from features Watch how a thug get a Beamer all from rappin' and singin' Young nigga thuggin' for a reason, pro'ly cause it's all that they teach him I come through killin' every season, pray they don't call the policeman Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman All I ever wanted was respect, young nigga thuggin' in the streets Please don't call the detective, please don't call the police! Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman Please don't call the police, please don't call the police We need 8 in these streets like a straight out Coupe wit' the roof you could take off, crew finna take off Killin' these hoes if I pull up wit' tech Cause the [?] will save y'all [?], wanted to play ball Got addicted to watchin' that lean drip Now I step in the mall wit' a stack of new hundreds Run through that blue cheese like it's wing dip Most of my Locs be like "Fre$h, you too clean, Crip" Don't work out that much but my jeans ripped Class by myself like detention Cause most of the niggas wife hoes I done seen strip So I had to give these hoes I had to give these hoes someone to pay She pull up on me when she wantin' that pipe Nigga, yo' crib is just somewhere to stay All I had in the trap was a blunt and a K (And) a bundle of yay Most the fiends don't believe that I made a transition They still call my number today Extended the clips for them niggas who say they will rob me It ain't hard to find me If the proof's in the pudding then call me Bill Cosby Or just ask my mama, it ain't no mistake that a Young nigga thuggin' for a reason, pro'ly cause it's all that they teach him I come through killin' every season, pray they don't call the policeman Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman All I ever wanted was respect, young nigga thuggin' in the streets Please don't call the detective, please don't call the police! Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman Please don't call the police, please don't call the police