Dj Clue I Don`t Care Lyrics

I Don`t Care Lyrics

feat. Capone-N-Noreaga

(Noreaga) 
Hey Yo these industry niggas, startin not to like me 
I'm to chiesty (chiesty) 
I'm to fiesty (fiesty) 
Run up to the label and I beat up kids it's ennoooo!! 
You don't need to ask who that is 
I'm like Tim Duncan (nigga) close to unstoppable 
Shoot at your face, kid Whatchu gonna do? 
I go to Jacob with a hundred thou' 
While you go up to him with twenty-five hundred, wow!! 
I throw fifty on the chain (what!!) 
Fifty on the watch (what!!) 
I still cock, blow, and throw fifty on the block (what!!) 
It's thug-out so my people listen and watch 
Yo my name 'nore' but only fam' call me 'flint' 
My people that smoke weed get high in bed (?) 
You can see me in Tahoe
Rockin' a shirt, this ain't let the Lox go 
Rock the same shirt at (?) 

(Chorus) 
Remember if I shot a nigga - I don't care 
In the club (?) - I don't care 
You see the way we pop crist' yo - I don't care 
CNN every thug do in the atmosphere 
See this iceberg out - I don't care 
Chrome out on twenties yo - I don't care 
It's CNN every thug does in the atmosphere 

(Capone) 
I'm out of this world 
Keep a fresh (?) to twirl 
Pretty thug fly nigga, gimme your girl 
I been on all avenues 
Strips hot like Malibu's sand 
I got chips sh*t 
Rappers' savan 
I represent every Ghetto like a broke elevator 
Piss downstairs, sunny dude 
Cherry Now Or Laters 
Save her for a favor, one of my favorites 
 
When a nigga circum 
To the slum, I rap one of the greatest 
Off the kicks 
I'm rockin' the latest Air Pimps 
Let me have that scar underneath my sh*t 
We thug-out sh*t bleed thug out QB (?) 
This is your last stop like the QB train 
In L.A. I'm with Kurrupt 
South Central with gas hot nine clue 
Thug pop wine in the coop 
Fatigue the suit nigga 
Still shootin cues 
Huh? Clue, how we do? (huh? how we do?) 

(Chorus) 

(Norega) 
I went from (?) and I never forget were we sell alot of Coke 
and we fight off pits 
The whole block on the run 
Yo even the chicks 
I cop every Jordan's 
I love them kicks 
I got hurt when the Spurs beat the New York Knicks 
I had the gamblin' in the hood 
Scramblin' the hood (word) 
When sh*t got hot, I leave hammers in the hood 
A thugged-out shirt and bandana in the hood 
I'm the 'Godfather' of the thugs 
King of the hood 
King of the Dro' 
King of the Crist' 
King of the as* 
and sayin' what, what? 
to Grandmaster Flash 
Hey what? 
The thug is back and I got some sh*t 
I'm like a crackhead, can't turn down a hit 
I keep the chrome out on the four-fifth, Four point six 
I went from hustlin' Knicks to hustlin' bricks 
I'm big-timin' this game 
I'm small-timin' this 

(Chorus) 

DJ Clue!! 
Desert Storm!!!!!! 
Phat Child!!! 
Theo Ratliff!!!!!! 
Sixers!!!!! 

Ennooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!