I Don’t Give A... lyrics

by

Krayzie Bone


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[Chorus]
You ride up to the club n*gga, I don't give a f*ck
Sick of yo' ass in the club b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
Drinkin' cris in the v.i., I don't give a f*ck
Talkin' sh*t 'bout me, b*tch I don't give a f*ck
You gotta pocket full of money n*gga, I don't give a f*ck
You drinkin' off with them ho's b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
In the club wit yo' pus*y click, I don't give a f*ck
Security on my di*k b*tch, I don't give a f*ck

Drop dem bow's on dem muthaf*ckin' pus*y ass n*ggas
Drop dem bow's on dem muthaf*ckin' pus*y ass n*ggas
I got that eastside wit me, I don't give a f*ck
Got that westside wit me, I don't give a f*ck

Drop dem bow's on dem muthaf*ckin' pus*y ass n*ggas
Drop dem bow's on dem muthaf*ckin' pus*y ass n*ggas
I got that north side wit me, I don't give a f*ck
I got that southside wit me, I don't give a f*ck

We rollin' deep in this b*tch so f*ck why'all n*ggas
We rollin' deep in this b*tch so f*ck why'all n*ggas
I got that dirty south wit me, I don't give a f*ck
I got that midwest wit me, I don't give a f*ck
If security step up we'll crush dem n*ggas
If security step up we'll crush dem n*ggas
I got that east coast wit me, I don't give a f*ck
I got that west coast with me, I don't give a f*ck

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Man I do this in spite, my mom ain't married, b*tch I'm a bast*rd
n*gga I f*ck over me, you know what I do to these rappers
They come in here huffin' and puffin'
And screamin' and cussin' and bustin' they verses

n*gga you betta calm yo' ass down unless you excited to see me in person
I'm rollin' with thugs and felons ughhh, that's 'cause it's own killaz
We gon' teach you ol' punk ass n*ggas to respect us authority figures
Throw one of a kind boy when we be pourin' up in the club

You're going down boy too bad f*ck ya, sorry for ya
Listen let's not to get shook, but I ain't the one to come lookin'
Cause all I can tell the police is, I am not a crook
I f*ck big fine b*tches, my di*k get hard, watch it grow

Then gimme fine head, blow my shotgun, tastes good don't it
Now tell me that ain't the life, tellin' me my n*ggas ain't for life
Now tell me that sh*t ain't tight
Tell me that why'all want to be just like me
I beat these b*tches down, I watch these cowards up
n*gga you talkin' sh*t (huh) hoe you tryna power up

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Why'all n*ggas ain't ready for this, muthaf*ckas ain't steady for this
Cause why'all still ain't learn, n*gga got a 4-4 c*cked
In a flick so hot make a muthaf*cka feel that burn
n*ggas say word, where da herb

You stay up off my di*k don't back talk my n*gga finna' get up in 'em
Back up off of this n*gga
The one n*gga that f*cked up they shut up the talkin
Barkin' betta block 'em off the n*gga talkin, sparkin

Betta watch and dodge and never mind he caught it
Where da thugs at up in this b*tch, f*ck a n*gga up why'all represent
Gimme some gin, gimme some hen
Naw just gimme both and I'll mix it all in

Who want to take a lil' sip of this in, let me get ya twisted man
n*ggas on fire, don't stop droppin' dem that's a lie, we just won't die
We come back flya than ever, higher than ever this time
Wit venomous rhymes

So any n*gga want to get involved, what you think you can f*ck wit my dogs
n*gga you thinkin' you rubbin' us while we're thuggin this
Did you think you can f*ck wit us, bone, bone-bone-bone-bone
You ready to do this the hell with the song
We ain't gotta tell you it's on, you know this
Poppin' the Glock to put a stop to the ho sh*t
Why'all still can't f*ck wit us and never will because
We too f*ckin' cold, too f*ckin bold
Got too many souljas ready to roll wit da goddamn bone

[Chorus]
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