Talkin' Loud Ain't Saying Nothin' Lyrics - Geto Boys

[ bushwick bill ] 

Say d and ak, those muthafuckas are down there at the mall protestin aginst us, man 

[ willie d ] 

What? ! 

[ scarface ] 

Man, you bullshittin, man 

[ bushwick bill ] 

Yo, this's on the deuce, fuck the one 

I bullshit you not, my nigga 

I walked in there, seen muthafuckin picket signs and shit 

Sayin 'ban the geto boys', we're a bad influence on their kids 

How the fuck they gon' do that? 

I'm about two shakes of a rattlesnake tail off they ass 

[ willie d ] 

It's time to get dead on they ass... 

[ verse 1: bushwick bill ] 

You goddamn parents are trippin 

Gimme some of that shit you been sniffin 

You don't want your kids to hear songs of this nature 

But you take em to the movies to watch schwarzenegger 

Fuck that 'land of opportunity' shit 

I don't need permission to sell a damn hit 

I say what I want, when I want, how I want 

Try to stop me, get your fuckin ass stomped 

Call me a bad guy, but in reality 

Most you muthafuckas curse worse than me 

You rabble-ass, I show it, you goddamn hypocrite 

I ain't hidin shit, so suck my dick 

You mama can't relate, cause her mind is weak 

Fuck that shit she preach every week 

You contradict yourself in ever phrase 

Do you know a stupid-ass parent that's always 

(talkin loud, sayin nothin) --> james brown 

(yeah) 

(hey silly willy, let me talk, let me say somethin 

Let me say somethin, let me talk) 

Yeah man, we pumpin it up on the southside 

I'm fixin to get me a benz next month 

I got the money for it right now 

But I'm waitin on rico to bring me this ki, knowmsayin? 

[ verse 2: willie d ] 

Nigga, do I look like a goddamn sucker? 

You say you're clockin, you'se a lyin muthafucka 

Kickin that shit about you're waitin to scope 

But evertime I see your ass you're waitin on metro 

I can't stand a lyin-ass nigga 

Try to be hard, but you're sweeter than sugar 

Told the boys you shot a cop to death 

But muthafucka, you was locked down for auto theft 

Say you ran shit, what you had to drink? 

Nigga, you was on a goddamn punk tank 

Washin out another nigga's drawers 

And getttin fucked up your doo-doo walls 

So don't give me that bullshit story 

Pussy muthafucka, I heard they took your commissary 

What the fuck are you, a man or a mouse? 

(man) well, why the fuck you clean another nigga's house? 

Hoe-ass nigga, yeah the word got back 

I wouldn'ta busted your ass, but you tried to high-cap 

You're like pinocchio, can't get a lie straight 

Say you're scorin ki's when you're fuckin with 8ths 

Boy you're 

(talkin loud, sayin nothin) 

(yeah) 

What the fuck you doin talkin to that nigga? 

(ah boy, I - I went to school with him 

That's my friend!) 

[ verse 3: willie d ] 

Hoe, shut up, you're pissiin me off 

I'm bout to bust you in your goddamn mouth 

Have you forgotten my description? 

I'm a geto boy (we can't stand contradiction) 

Hoe, you got a head like a goddamn rock 

Is your muthafuckin brain washed? 

Just the other day I had a heartfelt blow 

And I had to beep ya just to find ya, hoe 

Another thing I dislike is your funky-ass friends 

Bitch, who you're fuckin, me or them? 

You're with the hoes all afternoon 

And when it's time for me, all your time is consumed 

But fuck that shit, take off my ring and my flack 

And you owe me 250 for the goddamn contacts 

You say you love me, but you keep fuckin up 

Dumb bitch, you ain't doin nuthin but 

(talkin loud, sayin nothin) 

(yeah)