2Phace - I Don't Give a f** lyrics

[Big Mal singing/Doobie Smoov talking] [Chorus:Big Mal rp3x] I Don't Give A f** About none of you hoes None of you hoes None of you hoes [Verse one:2Phace] See I was born in the ghetto Hustled and played in the gutter Religise resently was spoon fed to Me and my brother I tryed To follow the guide lines be slick And hide mine but due to the increase In the snitch rate I'm still fallin On sidelines see I got 200-hoes And dont give a f** about naan one Of e'm at an any given time I'll get my last dime from Marijuana Ain't a damn thing changed I still shake The dice called life but I stay away From snake eyed n***as thats tryna play The game shiest if I get a Suburban He gon' say he gotta Excursion And if I play cardiyah then he gon' say He icebergin you gon' get what you deservin f**in around wit Mr. 2 You can bite my dick and piss on yo shoes Is what I'm fixin to do Put a exlax in yo yahoo make you sh** In yo Fubu since I dont give a f** I'll stick dick to yo wife and make her Go coo-coo thats how I do I'm about my riches f** the snitches If you got my last CD you should know I had all you b**hes cause [Chorus:Big Mal rp3x] [Verse Two:Doobie Smoov] I kinda feel like n***as ain't playa No mo I see the plex In effect soon as I hit the doe Pimpin ain't easy believe me When it come to f**in yella bones You can't see me I put that on the grill And the slab I'm given less then a f** I'm smokin octimo's poin out the 4's Hollerin at the hoes wit that n***a 2Phace Tekela shots straight with the lemon chase Listen mothaf**er it gets no rougher Hatas get bounce like Trigger man and T-tucker These busters got they name in they mouth Like gold grill pop a pill smokin sweets In my automobile oh yes I'm still the real deal Showin hell of a sk** workin the mic Like wood wheel southside n***as feel this I'm sayin one for you hoes,two for you snitches Three for you n***as out here actin like b**hes [Chorus:Big Mal rp3x] [Big Mal] Look at the yella bone Exquisit to her thighs She shakin it move away in A thong thong thong She freakin Big Mal from Straight from his head to his toes I dont,you dont give a f** hoes Look at the yella bone Exquisit to her thighs She shakin it move away in A thong thong thong She freakin the click Straight from they head to they toes You dont give,we dont give a f** about hoes [Verse Three:Doobie Smoov/2Phace] Where the real playas at? Where the real playas at? Where the silk sachi shirt piece And chains and dolb hats Ball bats get smoked on hoes get poked On we the typa n***as that you gotta Call them folks on No slow songs unless its watts Or screwed up I treat hoes like callin cards Talk to them till' they used up You know me I'm sippin syrup and a blunt n***a Not the type to stunt n***a Pull a hundred hoes a month n***a [Chorus:Big Mal rp3x]