sick mothaf**ers!
go head, throw up n***a
yea yea ok, i know you
i know, i know
[Verse 1]
If you wanna have smaller digits
The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit
Every week, pay em all a visit
I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it
I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it
Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets
O.k, I'll rap a little faster
But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor
I'm like you except I date supermodels
The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow
We get the same parties probably
My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy
And I dont front for nothin'
I likes, I gets, I want for nothin'
I'm givin' ya straight answers
And I'd rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer
[Chorus]
Say wha you wanna say, talk wha you wanna talk
WE DONT GIVE A fu*k!
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
WE DONT GIVE A fu*k!
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
WE DONT GIVE A fu*k!
Live how you wanna live, cry if you wanna die
WE DONT GIVE A fu*k!
[Verse 2]
I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
b**hes who look, close to Madonna,
Dosie cabanna, toast by a nana
I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya
Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep toastin the armor
for n***az who supposed to be drama
I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna
Get head while I'll roast in a sawna
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that?
And I ain't concerned with the scandals
Cause its all bullsh** my attroneys can handle
Ya insides be burnin like candles
Rippin down posters, turnin' the channels
You wanna end up on the ern on the mantle n***a, yea
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I look at these brothers and laugh
Jealous n***as dont hate havin, just others that have
I still got love for the av.,
Come through to give ya n***as girls baby mothers my math
I speak on others behalf, only hate makin money
and gotta give the government half
You know this brother live last
And not even Mike seen Jordans in the colors I have
I used to run from undercovers like Shaft
That was until this young playa got shoved into the draft
Now I'm covered in ice, like Bruce Lee's body
n***as is scared, to lose these hotties
Talk if you wanna talk, grill if you wanna grill
We dont give a f** n***a
Front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
If you live its luck n***a
[Chorus]