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Russell Baker
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I Don't Give A...
Okay... okay... okay... okay... okay... okay.... whaaa, okay
[Chorus]
You ride up to the club *****, I don't give a ****
Sick of yo' *** in the club *****, I don't give a ****
Drinkin' cris in the v.i., I don't give a ****
Talkin' **** 'bout me, ***** I don't give a ****
You gotta pocket full of money *****, I don't give a ****
You drinkin' off with them ho's *****, I don't give a ****
In the club wit yo' ***** click, I don't give a ****
Security on my **** *****, I don't give a ****
Drop dem bow's on dem mutha****in' ***** *** *****s
Drop dem bow's on dem mutha****in' ***** *** *****s
I got that eastside wit me, I don't give a ****
Got that westside wit me, I don't give a ****
Drop dem bow's on dem mutha****in' ***** *** *****s
Drop dem bow's on dem mutha****in' ***** *** *****s
I got that north side wit me, I don't give a ****
I got that southside wit me, I don't give a ****
We rollin' deep in this ***** so **** why'all *****s
We rollin' deep in this ***** so **** why'all *****s
I got that dirty south wit me, I don't give a ****
I got that midwest wit me, I don't give a ****
If security step up we'll crush dem *****s
If security step up we'll crush dem *****s
I got that east coast wit me, I don't give a ****
I got that west coast with me, I don't give a ****
[Chorus]
Man I do this in spite, my mom ain't married, ***** I'm a bastard
***** I **** over me, you know what I do to these rappers
They come in here huffin' and puffin'
And screamin' and cussin' and bustin' they verses
***** you betta calm yo' *** down unless you excited to see me in person
I'm rollin' with thugs and felons ughhh, that's 'cause it's own killaz
We gon' teach you ol' punk *** *****s to respect us authority figures
Throw one of a kind boy when we be pourin' up in the club
You're going down boy too bad **** ya, sorry for ya
Listen let's not to get shook, but I ain't the one to come lookin'
Cause all I can tell the police is, I am not a crook
I **** big fine *****es, my **** get hard, watch it grow
Then gimme fine head, blow my shotgun, tastes good don't it
Now tell me that ain't the life, tellin' me my *****s ain't for life
Now tell me that **** ain't tight
Tell me that why'all want to be just like me
I beat these *****es down, I watch these cowards up
***** you talkin' **** (huh) hoe you tryna power up
[Chorus]
Why'all *****s ain't ready for this, mutha****as ain't steady for this
Cause why'all still ain't learn, ***** got a 4-4 cocked
In a flick so hot make a mutha****a feel that burn
*****s say word, where da herb
You stay up off my **** don't back talk my ***** finna' get up in 'em
Back up off of this *****
The one ***** that ****ed up they shut up the talkin
Barkin' betta block 'em off the ***** talkin, sparkin
Betta watch and dodge and never mind he caught it
Where da thugs at up in this *****, **** a ***** up why'all represent
Gimme some gin, gimme some hen
Naw just gimme both and I'll mix it all in
Who want to take a lil' sip of this in, let me get ya twisted man
*****s on fire, don't stop droppin' dem that's a lie, we just won't die
We come back flya than ever, higher than ever this time
Wit venomous rhymes
So any ***** want to get involved, what you think you can **** wit my dogs
***** you thinkin' you rubbin' us while we're thuggin this
Did you think you can **** wit us, bone, bone-bone-bone-bone
You ready to do this the hell with the song
We ain't gotta tell you it's on, you know this
Poppin' the glock to put a stop to the ho ****
Why'all still can't **** wit us and never will because
We too ****in' cold, too ****in bold
Got too many souljas ready to roll wit da goddamn bone
[Chorus]