I Don’t Give a f*ck lyrics
by Nate Dogg
[Hook]
I got my nine in my pocket and I'm ready to bust
And if it came down to it I wouldn't (give a f*ck)
About these b*tch-ass n*ggas, I just don't (give a f*ck)
About these trick-ass hoes, I just don't (give a f*ck)
I got my nine in my pocket and I'm ready to bust
And if it came down to it I wouldn't (give a f*ck)
About these b*tch-ass n*ggas, I just don't (give a f*ck)
About these trick-ass hoes, I just don't (give a f*ck)
About y'all
[Verse 1: Snoop]
Yeah, who smokin'? who drankin'? who f*ckin'?
Cause, it really ain't about nothin'
Push the button if ya down with the PG
My n*gga Fly did this beat, this sh*t is greasy
He holla'd at me about turnin' this mutha out
Met a n*gga in Chi-town at the Bishop house
No doubt, Midwest Side, with the nutty East Side
Had no other choice but to make it rizz-zide
Now I gotta slizz-zide, bizz-ack up in traffic
I got the boombastic, hit you off with a classic
Terrifically, police doggs be sniffin' me
That's probably why I catch a private jet like frequently
This is ineek-quity, nah it's inequity
That's when you put your money down on some property
And get ya chips right, and move like monopoly
And do this sh*t properly, ain't none of y'all stoppin' me
[Verse 2: Guerilla Black]
Uh-huh, yuh
Caucasians say I'm so amazin'
But all the n*ggas be like "that ain't Nathan"
Hell, you dealin' with a monster
Talk sh*t, I'll hunt ya
Like a predator, I kill all competitors
Nothin' does a body more better than ten shots
Break his bones with the bat, wrap him in glad lock
Find a stash spot where the smell don't seep through
Or alibi the titty bar, the girls well see through
Come near, see how I drop chips on the Buccaneers
I know you hate us, heart broke up like the Raiders
Up in San Diego, I got the ticket high
Cause I got to fly way up in Waco
Peruvian yayo, freshly imported
Take a tool, burn ya nose off like [?] n*gga
[Hook]
I got my nine in my pocket and I'm ready to bust
And if it came down to it I wouldn't (give a f*ck)
About these b*tch-ass n*ggas, I just don't (give a f*ck)
About these trick-ass hoes, I just don't (give a f*ck)
I got my nine in my pocket and I'm ready to bust
And if it came down to it I wouldn't (give a f*ck)
About these b*tch-ass n*ggas, I just don't (give a f*ck)
About these trick-ass hoes, I just don't (give a f*ck)
About y'all