Artist: Tim Dog
Album: Do or Die
Song: I Don't Give a f*ck
Hey yo !
Check it out !
Check check the check a check it out !
Check it out !
Check check the check a check it out !
You're listenin to the muthaphukkin man himself
[word up]
The D-O-G !
[Yeah]
Yeah, there's a lotta dogs out there, huh
But face it: right about now
You're dealin with the hardest muthaphukka on the planet
[that's right]
Hey lemme tell you a little bit o' sh*t about myself
[yeah, kick that sh*t]
Punk !
Came out with a jam that had the whole world stompin
Title of the track: "f*ck Compton !"
Yeah, the record was a hit
And DJ Quik was on my muthaphukkin di*k [haha]
Now you say the boy is a madman
I'm eatin more fowls than Pac-Man
I got props, loungin by the shops
I don't need cops I bust shots with my Glock
Now b*tches wanna see me
And punk muthaphukkaz on the charts wanna be me
I got the wick-ed [Hey yo, kick it]
Renegade style coz I'm versatile
I'm super superb master stereo, where are ya ?
Heavier, I can never ever be scattier [Whoow]
Coz my rhymes is the force
I get vexed after I trigger some crazy horse [word up]
You get torn a new as*h*le
And I'll pimp slap that ass like my muthaphukkin last ho
The b*tch is upset
She want a muthaphukkin L when she got Keith Sweat
But I'm still hittin skins
I cut her off back then, now I'm f*ckin all her friends [damn]
Yeah the Dog don't play
I got b*tches in LA and around the way
So leave the drama for your mama
n*ggas talkin sh*t when they don't know that I'm a
Crazy muthaphukka, I'll smoke you in a minute
Anytime you hear about a fight you know I'm in it
But you cuss, moan and ramble
And still don't realize that your life's a gamble
You gets nut, Dog is no bluff
Ruff and ruff I get tuff with the quick stuff
[Hook:]
Coz I don't give a f*ck [Do that sh*t, do that sh*t, do it]
And you punk muthaphukkaz better shut the f*ck up
I don't give a f*ck, yeah [Do that sh*t, do that sh*t, do it]
All you b*tch ass n*ggas better shut the f*ck up
(2x)
Know what I'm sayin ? [Word up]
n*ggas don't know how I'm livin down here in this muthaphukka
[That's right yo]
You talkin 'bout rollin with a gat
They see you come with a bat
You know what I'm sayin ?
I'm smokin n*ggas on the mic
What the f*ck is you doin ? [Word up]
Hey yo, let me drop some sh*t to you all like this
[Drop that sh*t, Dog] [Kick it] [Let n*ggas know]
I'm a terrorist, my mouth is a wax-o-phone
I'm blowin sh*t up like a saxophone
When I step into the crowd n*ggas are on
I grab the mic and start yes yo'in
Word up I'm about to tear sh*t up
And b*tch ass n*ggas can just shut the f*ck up, go [?? head ??] up
Or get [?? wet ??] up, coz I'm dead up
I'll beat yo monkey ass and you know I won't let off
Kickin ass like a donkey
It's return of the muthaphukkin Hip-Hop junkie
Yeah, you say he's that good
Gold teeth, black shades and a muthaphukkin fat hood
But don't jump on my di*k
Because I'll f*ck you in the ass 'till it's covered with sh*t
Yeah boy I'm a freak
And if we was up North you'd be callin me Big Zeke [whoow]
Coz when I'm on stage I do damage
I'm the muthaphukkin microphone bandit
I got rhymes pon c*ck
You get shot with the Glock from my mouth, you'll be shocked
The wickedest man alive with the technique
Suckers try to get me, but don't even sweat me
Coz when I rhyme sh*t is in order
Huh ! I'm the man that f*cked your daughter
I'm outta order, suckers think I'm sympathetic
They're pathetic, I won't let it
So punk, don't sweat it
I reign hard like thunder
n*ggas dissin me, gettin put the f*ck under
I got the notion, smooth like lotion
Even when I'm on stage b*tches are open
So go push your luck
I ain't got sh*t to lose so I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, see what I'm sayin you b*tch ass muthaphukka
[Do that sh*t, do that sh*t, do it]
Stop talkin that ol' bullsh*t you're kickin
Yo jerry curl wearin b*tch
Yeay, you keep rollin with that muthaphukkin crew
We ain't even gotta go that way let's get on the mic
You don't wanna do that
Coz I'll end yo f*ckin carreer
You b*tch ass muthaphukka, yeah
And I'm out
[Do that sh*t, do that sh*t, do it]