This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Killa, killa what we want uh
I want ya'll to get the fuck off my dick
For a minute ya know
Dip set, Freaky, Jones, Santana, uh Harlem
Yo, yo, ayo, I just wanna come through ice in the crown
I just want the coke price to go down
I just wanna get a couple months, dog
Not like for these pounds
I just wanna have this orgy and these dykes to be down
Want dro when I'm chiefin'
Want doe for some reason
Want hoes to stop comin' over knowin' they bleedin'
I want head from East Nava
I wanna get the Benz at least dropper
Painted peach-cobbler
Want a girl who don't need Prada
She could be a damn Reeboker
Long as she freak proper
I'm only asking for Halle, Janet, Toni Braxton
Come over show ya homie action
I want 'em now, I want 'em wild
I wanna bone they back in
I wanna whip, I wanna drop
I wanna chrome reaction
You should know I'd give a kidney to ya'll
I want my women to shine
I want my niggaz to ball
I want it all
Come on, Juelz
Dip set, killa, killa
I know what the fuck I want
Yo, yo, yo, I just wanna get money
I just wanna get hoes
I just wanna smoke weed and O's
I just wanna get a million get low
I just wanna do a album , shit 4
I just wanna live rich not po'
I just wanna be happy not stress
I just want my girl to know right now
I'm not happy I'm stress
I just want the struggle to stop
But on this beat I don't wanna talk
I just want the muzzle to pop
I don't want a job
I just wanna hustle the Roc
I just love the way that coke fluff in the pot
I just want the coupe to be pretty
I just wanna cruise through the city
Baby, I just want ya ass to be fat
I just wanna play tag from the back
I just wanna go half on the sack
I just want my dick to fit in ya mouth
I just wanna sit in the house
I just wanna make music
For my niggaz to bounce, come on
Yeah, uhh
Where we at?, Harlem
Outstanding
What we want? Huh
Let's do it, killa
Juelz said, tell right y'all
Dip set, well check it
Yo, yo, yo, I just want you to know you'll get slapped in ya face
I just wanna know what happened to Mase
I just want him to know
Rock dem jewels flash that chrome
It's all good you can come back home
If you want
Ayo, I just want this paper to be straight
I just want this cake to hurry up and bake
So I can send it upstate
I just want my money back in a week
I just wanna get the fuck out this studio
And back in the streets
I just wanna fuckin' stop being aggie as Hell
I just want head from Pattie Labelle
I just want when I'm stress when I'm vex
Want L to pass me the L
You don't want L to pass me the shells
It will get ugly
I just want my moms to let me smoke weed in my home
I just want my nigga T to come home
I just want the V to be chrome
I just want these hoes to leave me alone
Come on, I want it all nigga
(That's fine)
(That's fine)
(That's fine)
I want ya'll to get the fuck off my dick
For a minute ya know
Dip set, Freaky, Jones, Santana, uh Harlem
Yo, yo, ayo, I just wanna come through ice in the crown
I just want the coke price to go down
I just wanna get a couple months, dog
Not like for these pounds
I just wanna have this orgy and these dykes to be down
Want dro when I'm chiefin'
Want doe for some reason
Want hoes to stop comin' over knowin' they bleedin'
I want head from East Nava
I wanna get the Benz at least dropper
Painted peach-cobbler
Want a girl who don't need Prada
She could be a damn Reeboker
Long as she freak proper
I'm only asking for Halle, Janet, Toni Braxton
Come over show ya homie action
I want 'em now, I want 'em wild
I wanna bone they back in
I wanna whip, I wanna drop
I wanna chrome reaction
You should know I'd give a kidney to ya'll
I want my women to shine
I want my niggaz to ball
I want it all
Come on, Juelz
Dip set, killa, killa
I know what the fuck I want
Yo, yo, yo, I just wanna get money
I just wanna get hoes
I just wanna smoke weed and O's
I just wanna get a million get low
I just wanna do a album , shit 4
I just wanna live rich not po'
I just wanna be happy not stress
I just want my girl to know right now
I'm not happy I'm stress
I just want the struggle to stop
But on this beat I don't wanna talk
I just want the muzzle to pop
I don't want a job
I just wanna hustle the Roc
I just love the way that coke fluff in the pot
I just want the coupe to be pretty
I just wanna cruise through the city
Baby, I just want ya ass to be fat
I just wanna play tag from the back
I just wanna go half on the sack
I just want my dick to fit in ya mouth
I just wanna sit in the house
I just wanna make music
For my niggaz to bounce, come on
Yeah, uhh
Where we at?, Harlem
Outstanding
What we want? Huh
Let's do it, killa
Juelz said, tell right y'all
Dip set, well check it
Yo, yo, yo, I just want you to know you'll get slapped in ya face
I just wanna know what happened to Mase
I just want him to know
Rock dem jewels flash that chrome
It's all good you can come back home
If you want
Ayo, I just want this paper to be straight
I just want this cake to hurry up and bake
So I can send it upstate
I just want my money back in a week
I just wanna get the fuck out this studio
And back in the streets
I just wanna fuckin' stop being aggie as Hell
I just want head from Pattie Labelle
I just want when I'm stress when I'm vex
Want L to pass me the L
You don't want L to pass me the shells
It will get ugly
I just want my moms to let me smoke weed in my home
I just want my nigga T to come home
I just want the V to be chrome
I just want these hoes to leave me alone
Come on, I want it all nigga
(That's fine)
(That's fine)
(That's fine)
Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned
I Just Wanna Lyrics as written by D. Hamilton Cameron Giles
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Missing Link Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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