I Don’t Kare lyrics

by

George Clinton


[Intro]
Give it to me, yo (Yo)
Give it to me
Yo, give it to me (Yeah)
Give it to me
b*tch give it to me (Yo!)
Give it to me (Yo)
n*gga give me that cash (This is...) (Uh)
b*tch give it to me (All...)
b*tch give it to me, or I'll smack the sh*t out you
Give it to me (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!) (This is...)
Give it to me (That sh*t, n*gga!)
Yo, yo yo yo, yo (Yo, yo)
Yo, check it

[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here
I'm a legend, you should be poppin' corks to my beer (Ah!)
When I appear, full gear, down from the rear
Sliced so quick, you thought Doc (Whispered in your ear...)
Yeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's
Are raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves
Look around the premises (Uh)
Spot blemishes
Call me Doc O-Dog, more Menace than Dennis (*Barking*)
It's him in this (Ha!)
The raunchy sh*t I prefer (Ah-hah)
So every word be hard to turn when you stir
My grill (Huh), my balls (Huh), my jaws (Huh), stretch twelve floors
Vacate your college dorm halls
I can stand still and ricochet off the walls (Pyoow!)
The gun sparks yourself cause your pee ate the stall
Who Shot J.R.? I did, right in the melon (Ha!)
So I could own a ranch and start f*ckin' Sue Ellen! (Haha)
I do murders that's hard to solve through forensic (Huh?)
Any class of hash able to burn I bent it (Ha)
You push a 6 while I push a rented Tempest
Rockin', ho hoppin', bumpin' Lil' Kim sh*t!
[Hook]
Aiyyo, n*ggas poppin sh*t Red ("I Don't Care") (sh*t, sh*t...)
b*tches say you don't got money (Yo) ("I Don't Care")
Yo, n*ggas say he nicer than you (Ha, yo) ("I Don't Care")
"I'm Knockin' Somebody Right the f*ck Out" ("I don't care!")
He got a big icy chain (Yo) ("I Don't Care")
He got a Benz and a Range (Yo, b*tch!) ("I Don't Care")
His records get mad airplay ("I Don't Care") (Hehe)
"I'm Knockin' Somebody Right the f*ck Out" ("I-I don't care!") (Yo, yo)

[Verse 2]
f*ck all you radio that wanna play clean singles
I cleaned mine for years and still ain't hit a million (WHY??!?!)
I get the buddha heads buggin', sh*t
I should be four mil' and better for that sh*t I'm Unpluggin' (Huh)
Doc rocked every corridor in Florida (Ah-ha)
Watch the formula pour sucka absorb it up (Huup!)
And while you foamin' up from the two in your Nautica (Huh?)
I orchestrate the orchestra to Arkestra
Never trust no b*tch (Ha), map your click
She ain't with it, Call Tyrone to pack her sh*t
Funk Doc, Goldeneye, Double-Oh agent (Ah-ha)
I be in court more than them dollar cap Haitians
Lick a shot (Chh-chh, BLAOW!)
Think the Doc is goin pop? Eat a c*ck!, (Chh-chh, BLAOW!)
Ready for real hip-hop to rock you block (Chh-chh, BLAOW!)
All chicks I turn 'em out
Send they boyfriends back home, takin' the garbage out (Haha!)
Yo, I'mma sewer rat the tracks
With gats bigger than Will Smith gat in Men in Black
And if it's Friday, you better double your lap
I hit you on the floor sayin': ("My neck and my back!")
Yo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke
Two-fifty in Jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes
(Yo, how tight are you?) Yo, tighter than a Federal jail
(How High?) You better check Double X-L! (Haha!)
[Hook]
Yo n*ggas say you ain't sh*t (Yo) ("I Don't Kare")
Yo b*tches say you broke as f*ck ("I Don't Kare")
n*ggas say he better than you ("I Don't Kare")
"I'm Knockin' Somebody Right the f*ck Out" ("I-I don't care!")
Yo yo, he got a lot of f*ckin' ice ("I Don't Kare") (Yo!)
He got a Benz and a Range ("I Don't-I Don't Kare")
He get forty spins a day! ("I Don't Kare") (Hahaha...)
"I'm Knockin' Somebody Right the f*ck Out" ("I-I don't care!") (Yo)

[Outro]
"I Don't Kare" (The f*ck out...)
"I'm Knockin' Somebody Right the f*ck Out" ("I-I don't care!")
Right-right-right
"I Don't Kare"
"I'm Knockin' Somebody Right the f*ck Out" ("I, I-I don't care!")

[Skit: Redman & (Dr. Trevis)]
Yo, this time... (Yo...)
Mmm... (Haha...)
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