the way I just don't care like I used to I don't care about you I just don't care like I used to I just care about Blind, find peace of mind It's never
Fordítás: Király X. Nem érdekel.
and you're not to be misled They'll kill you in your fuckin' bed, they don't sell dope Yo, excuse me, yes, they do but they don't look that much like
I swear You don't know me homie you can get the fuck from round here I don't care who you will, who you with or who you know Let's be clear, I'm a motherfuckin
p waka (x4) pow !(x5) yeah (x7) flocka(x4) qrstuvw xy and z ! oh let's do it (the "s" is silent) waka(x13) waka flocka flame(x5) waka cross the street
, and not get fed up, nope, but it seems like they won't let us. Yea, and I was told that life ain't shit and this world ain't neither This is why I scream
home with, somethin' to poke on Loc it's on for the two triple oh Comin' real, it's the next episode Hold up, hey For my niggaz who be thinkin' we soft We don't
[Intro: Pharrell Williams] I said think about your future You can't do that tomorrow But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR [Lupe Fiasco] O' ye
the air so we really don't care, aint no hollin woop,like my name real laflare, stay we hear money here, and am on snatchin no hair it's cash everywhere
2] Say that red hat them red b`s white b`s 23`s out the Bentley and we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We d boys getting money on dem 25`s 5 star
to get Active (echoes ) I don't really care Lil Mama what's the deal You got a nice body, I'm hungry now baby tell me how you feel. Because if you ain't
Can't tell me shit about murder and movin' weight I got niggas that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your mate It's proven today, Armageddon's
In '81 I was rocking the house, I'm a hustler, baby, coming up I hustle every day and I don't sell drugs I don't run no gangs, don't shoot no dice Gave
di city (That's what's up!) Disappear when yuh see we (That's what's up!) Jamaicans nah nuh pity (That's what's who!) That's what's up! (A weddy!!!!)
out, rub e'm out Goodbye hater Cya wouldn't wanna be ya F*ck your mix tape I don't wanna feature Couldn't give a shit about your album either I don't
poke on (whassup bitch?) Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin real, it's the next episode... [Nate Dogg] Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft We don't
don't know what the fuck's up with this kid" "The bastard won't even eat nothin', he's fed He just hung himself in the bedroom, he's dead" "Debbie, don
