Who Really Cares lyrics

by

Snoop Dogg


[Chorus:] [x2]
Who really cares I was raised on welfare
A little sh*tty ass n*gga
Nobody else cares
Who off to grab me
My mamma couldn’t find me
So, I said f*ck it
I was hustling while I was rhyming

[Verse 1:]
No house
No food
No eat
Hunger pains had a n*gga just praying for sleep
A need deep in the street
Just a n*gga live cree
Just a n*gga live pass the beat, no meat
Ain’t there’s red beans and rice
So ye, it was a f*cked up life
I’m walking round and p*ssing pampers all night
Alright, that’s how the seeds been planted
The baby ganster empty handed
Now let me be a little kind
I’m stranded in the projects
Coke with us
No playing
Don’t pay us
Don’t feeling safe, okay
There’s no way
That little kid like me will miss the chance
To get a second chance
My n*gga, a second I plan a picture
I can’t, earn a good rocks,a book rocks
And the ice box get slain by my white socks
And if the cops hit the blocks
Don’t be smiling when I got them
When they leave imma throw up in the box, that’s me
[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Who really cares by the way we was raised
In the streets and the A n*ggas trying to get payed
Getting money from utilizing that criminal waste
Cause a lot of time, being a criminal pays
Gotta get it so them fam can eat
And the system ain’t design for we n*ggas
So we turn to the streets
The streets turn a n*gga strate to a beast
Even eat or get ate
And there’s ain’t no way I’m gonna end up at a place
So we're damn, we're crook
I’m chasing the ticket
Going out there, gonna get it
They ain’t come back with us
Know what’s it like not to have sh*t
And see n*ggas with it
Had to figure out a way
That I’m finna gon get it
n*ggas keep the tool on there foot
From them other n*ggas from tripping
Tryna catch a n*gga sleeping
When they try, imma kill him
But that’s just the way us n*ggas is living
Due to certain circ*mstances
Just working with the sh*t we was given, n*gga
[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
In my life I can’t let a n*gga cross the line
Cause if he cross that line
I’m have to off that 9
I’m have to toss that hat
I make it cough and spine
Ye I loss a clip
But his house bigger than mine
Gotta keep them n*ggas in line
That’s how we coming in zip code
Ziploc bates
Boy we cut them we pistols
And I miss those
n*ggas dead that I love
And my home is with a L
Like a porch boy glob
See we know that forever we would mug the system
I know you got your people
And I know you really miss them
Restrictions, between the cops and the blacks
I remember uncle boy got popped
At the bus stop
Must not let the streets just take me under
When I’m full of that sh*t
Sometimes it really makes me wonder
People so innocent can become an animal
There’s so much venjohn within
And murder many man
[Chorus]
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