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I Don't Care
Tha Dogg Pound
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I get the paper so I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I get the paper so I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I get the paper so I don't care
I'm sick of all the bullshit, hit 'em with the full clip
Duct tape his fam, bam, scram with all the jewels quick
Whoop him with a baseball bat or with a pool stick
Slap him like the bitch that he is, then let the tool spit
Friday the 13th, October 31st
I'm the worst venom verse spitter, nigga, I'm the worst
I ain't never gave a fuck, I don't really care
Everything you got in your pockets, just give it here
Silence of the Lambs, Heaven's for a G
And that's where I'ma be if I don't make it in these streets
I don't give a fuck about beef
Beef ain't nothing but food for thought
Assaults and random revolts, Halt!
Make a move, I'll blow your chest in
Seventeen of 'em, hitting 'em in every direction
Have you ever seen that Chevrolet glisten?
Doughboy, homeboy, you fucking with original Doughboy, fuck it
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I get the paper so I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I get the paper so I don't care
I'm back, nigga, D-A to the Z
Fresh out that motherfucking LBC
You ain't gotta say nothing, you can tell that it's me
When you see me in my Dickies and my khakis and my sneaks
Lil' Sticky in the truck with the beat
Big bucks on the feet with my gun in the seat
Yeah, I roll a window down, throw a DPG
Fuck what you throwing up, I'ma do me
I'm from the Eastside so I rock a blue tee
Rolling in my G ride with my Glock and Uzi
Knocking out your floozie 'cause she choose me
'Cause I'm knocking out the coochie every Tuesday
She ain't nothing but a hoochie, but a groupie
Told me 'fore she do Snoopy, she gotta do me, uh
And she did, now I'm down in it
That mean your bitch ain't shit, but I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care (But I don't care)
I don't care, I don't care
I get the paper so I don't care (But I don't care)
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care (But I don't care)
I don't care, I don't care
I get the paper so I don't care
Now, this ain't for the weak-hearted, this is for the retarded
Sick niggas, the ones that stick you for your six figures
Home of the original gun clappers
Original guns clack up, original guns back up
Original Bloods, original Crips, original slugs
When I spit that original Death Row shit with the afro pick
You want it? Come and get it, you can't do shit with it
E-40 already told me, Rage and 2Sick winnin'
And I admit it, yeah, let me get cocky with it
The hard hitter, some say that I'm rockin' with it
You know the chick, yeah, you know the name
Suckers kneel next to me like a dog on a choke chain
It's plain to see I remain to be
One of the illest to ever spit it so refrain from me
In other words, back the fuck up and respect my hops
Them chickens with they face twisted, yeah, some botulinum shots
Yeah, yeah
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I get the paper so I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I get the paper so I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
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