I don't give a ***, I don't give a (What?) I don't give a ***, I don't give a (What?) I don't give a ***, I don't give a (What?) I don't give a *** about
United States of America... I don't give a **** I don't give a **** (what?) I don't give a **** I don't give a **** (what?) About you, or your point
Traducció: Droga. Jo no dono A. ...
a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans Got a scope on the barrell that's a hammer with a camera Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer I don't
you're lookin' hoe I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy I mean my, my, my, my like pelican fly I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie You'
She don`t feel pain no more, so she still sittin down, still spinnin' round If she were a pool I would drown Shit, I`ma fool, I`ma clown Started off with a
baby [T.I - Verse 2] A dope boy with the swag of a pimp n-gga except one thing, I'm paid more than them n-gga you see a bitch can't afford this life
me up, give me a call. You know how we do? Roc-A-Fella Style, Peace [Ice-T] Peace out Motherfuckers said I'd never survive, here I am Check your sound
L.A. is where I'm speakin' of Peace to my city 'cuz I gotta lotta love Got a lotta love G A T E S, I hope you wear a vest Even after you're out the
bottom up I don't play when it comes to my dope I check my lyrics close,like with a microscope I don't clean'em up with no ivory soap I leave'em hard
ain't shit Quick to flip if our group don't hit They don't make you nothin' but a pop ho bitch And I don't need ya, I love to bleed ya All I ever wanted
I'm the pimp behind the wheels (But the record says the yellow niggas gettin' loose) I don't think they hear you, nigga I don't think they hear you Yeah nigga, I
I mean? I started crashin' rap contests Shootin' hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chests I signed on the lines of a wack contract Didn't even read it
a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
I can keep the mic cookin' for an entire month My rhymes are always hard hittin' I don't know how to bunt My DJ cuts like a laser E V I L E Put your finger
when I play it for 'em They just say it's whack, they don't know what dope is And I don't know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this All I know
