Nigga, and we don't give a fuck If you don't give a fuck Then we don't give a fuck If you don't give a fuck Then we don't give a fuck You got a problem
don't have it, I get it together like a marriage I'm seeking all rappers, I'm on my p's and q's and carrots Y'all don't understand, well, god-damn, don
to the spot where all the girls wanna do me On the low, nice and slow, T-Mo on the floor, out the door let's go Keep it on the hush, don't wanna rush
missile in heat she smiles at a hundred miles an hour and rushes you off your feet There's all these friends of mine they've got me suffering they don't
it I ain't no dummy God damn it I ain't about to die about it But fuck wid me though, I'll let a few fly about it Don't test me boy, because I about it
that, slaughter that, trust that, I rush dat Don divas dice game fevers and up Malibu Sea Breeze in the cup, what what? D the Dean, D the Don, Waterbed
for the Vatican. - Look at that! Blood for the poor man. - Who say? Revelation say. - Who say? So the prophets say. - Oh yeah! - Children don't
, I'm lowering interest rates, my people say: "King, how are you such a genius? There's a roof overhead and food on our plates!" It's laisez-faire, I don't
more No one ever disappears you never hear their standard issue Kicking in your door You can relax on both sides of the tracks and maniacs Don't blow
hopped the fence Blood on my tongue taste it, son I was big off Remi Even run to me, shorty run up in my spot, don't let the clown kill me High beam
Oh, a kiss can last all night! You'll have to seduce me, nibble and bite (Aww, yeah) But oh no no no Whoa whoa go Slow baby don't Ohhhh! Whoa whoa whoa
missiles As projected, all ho's affected by this style I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldies But the goody, pullin R&B bitches wearin hoodies They don't
on them niggas {Everybody just shut the fuck up I'm tired of using this muthafucking grenade right now} What you seen stupid? You don't even know what
throw a lil blush to get make up but she don't needed anyways Silk skin pretty face. Horny as a devil with a lil bitchy ways but she all natural Cause I don't
ain't about money then it ain't about me Well I ain't in poverty and no one's starving me Cause when we first felt heat we sought robbery Now, ain't
won't know their name Gangsters to the max,all marks will be taxed These girls drive FERRARIS not CADILLACS Respect is demanded,most men don't understand
turn the bass up Yea yeah yeahhhh Chorus: Kool Keith + girl (repeat 2X) Yo baby (whassup?) Don't crush it when you sit upon it (Yo baby) whassup? (Don't rush