Dice The Goon lyrics

[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
I couldn't tell you a f*ckin' thing about the latest song
n*ggas tell me what song is poppin', I just play along
A new album comes out, I never play it long
When I wanna bump some dope music, I play my own
Muhf*cker I've been too stressed, I'm just different
With a capital D, I give 2 F's
b*tches want me like a new dress, I'm feelin' like Hugh Hef
They wanna hang 'round like crew necks
They figure my crew next to blow so they wanna jock
But I ain't on the hunt for twat, I'm on the hunt for guap
sh*t is gettin' real Shabba Ranks, ugly
But I'm tryin' to say that I'm tryin' to make it Tyra Banks
Money, power, respect; I got a little of the first 2 but I got enough of the third to compensate
I give a f*ck 'bout what a copper say, coppers hate
I don't conversate with coppers, I be where the coppers ain't
I don't cooperate with coppers, that ain't how the COB operate
In fact, that ain't how we COBerate
I'm from the School of Hard Knocks, I was fast with learnin'
When n*ggas is twistin' caps, there's no tassle turnin'
I'm from a city of Raider fans and Steeler fans
I learn to hustle, my hands are clean, I'm a middle man
I work around the clock, not too fast, not too slow
I'm the minute hand, I'm a business man
I pull out chompers for free, no dental plan
Kill a dude in broad daylight, cancel dinner plans
This industry don't give a sh*t, give a cent, give a f*ck, give a buck, give a dime or give a damn
Open hip-hop's door, let my crew sneak in
No Sleep Gang n*gga, tell me who sleepin'
We do it our way, motherf*ck what you thinkin'
Spare me your 2 cents, you can keep them 2 Lincolns