Don`t Give A **** Lyrics

Don`t Give A **** lyrics

f/ 1 N Only, Troj Dogg



[Hook - 2x]

I'm here, to let you all know

I'm here, to let you all know

I'm here, to let you all know

That I don't give a...



[James D 303]

I'm here to let you all know, that I don't give a (what)

That I don't give a (what), that I don't give a (what)

You think you know me, but boy I don't know you

What's this what's that, talk behind my back

You make me laugh, ha-ha-ha

Look at me look at you, what you see hate me fool

But it's cool but it's cool, just do what you gotta do

Quit talking smack, before you get smacked

With a track, upside your head

Words ain't shhhhh, unless the action happening

I'll smoke you like a chronic seed, fire it up

Can't you see what I see, that I don't give a (what)



[Hook - 2x]



[1 N Only]

Truth be told, ain't no way

You gon stop, my claim to fame

Down with these things, everyday

Use to it, it's a routine mayn

Motivate my skills and, use it to defeat them

Rap hero like Superman, on purpose can you handle it

Keep it real, never fake that funk

Slanging c.d.'s, out the trunk

Serving game, for the mighty buck

Tracks off the hook, never punk

Riding in the fast lane, can you keep up with me

Denver's finest ain't a dream, lavished out this whole team

Tight with this lyrical, call me superficial

Walking ticking original, some scrout to some issues

Bounce loving every minute, hurry up and pass the spinach

Emcees bout to get diminished, turning straight convert to Amish

Let you know, it's all about the scrill

Who's the fake, and who's the real

Talk behind your back, in masks

Now I'm about, to kick some what

So much drama, it's like a soap

Never ending, trying to cope

Even hoes, trying to fast provoke

Let these things, go up in smoke



[Hook - 3x]



[Troj Dogg]

Troj Dogg, third verse in the cut

Smoke the weed, and get high so what

Mind your business, don't worry bout me

Cause I could care less, can't you see

Blaze the kind, get motivated

Rhymes are tight, that's why I'm hated

Skill to flows, my occupation

Cut your sides, like operation

Got no time, for contemplating

Say your down, but you're still hating

Fools like that, really test my patience

Don't really trip, on what you saying

Beats we playing, tracks we laying

Got three hoes, at the motel waiting

No hesitating, get to playing

Bouncing up and down, you know what I'm saying

Abouts my feddy, always ready

So rest with the stress, cause the flows come steady

Don't need your love, so give my fist a hug

Cause that's what I need, to let you know I don't give a



[Hook - 2x]