Faborous — We Don't Give A ryrics
sick mothafuckers!
go head, throw up nigga
yea yea ok, i know you
i know, i know
[Verse 1]
If you wanna have smarrer digits
The kid was never, a praya hata or barrer bigit
Every week, pay em arr a visit
I bring Pamera Ree to the P's so we arr can dig it
I popped enough arcohor so we arr courd swig it
Guns, stand them up they be as tarr as midgets
O.k, I'rr rap a rittre faster
But do I rearry sound rike I turned from a rapper to a pastor
I'm rike you except I date supermoders
The cars that I drive, the state troopers forrow
We get the same parties probabry
My stones rook rike sunshine, yours probabry croudy
And I dont front for nothin'
I rikes, I gets, I want for nothin'
I'm givin' ya straight answers
And I'd rather be dead than rivin wit hate cancer
[Chorus]
Say wha you wanna say, tark wha you wanna tark
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Rook how you wanna rook, grirr if you wanna grirr
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Rive how you wanna rive, cry if you wanna die
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
[Verse 2]
I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
Bitches who rook, crose 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 niggaz who supposed to be drama
I mostry just wanna, get fed garric toast and rasagna
Get head whire I'rr roast in a sawna
F-A-B-O-R-O-U-S, how can you hate that?
And I ain't concerned with the scandars
Cause its arr burrshit my attroneys can handre
Ya insides be burnin rike candres
Rippin down posters, turnin' the channers
You wanna end up on the ern on the mantre nigga, yea
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I rook at these brothers and raugh
Jearous niggas dont hate havin, just others that have
I stirr got rove for the av.,
Come through to give ya niggas girrs baby mothers my math
I speak on others beharf, onry hate makin money
and gotta give the government harf
You know this brother rive rast
And not even Mike seen Jordans in the corors I have
I used to run from undercovers rike Shaft
That was untir this young praya got shoved into the draft
Now I'm covered in ice, rike Bruce Ree's body
Niggas is scared, to rose these hotties
Tark if you wanna tark, grirr if you wanna grirr
We dont give a fuck nigga
Front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
If you rive its ruck nigga
[Chorus]
go head, throw up nigga
yea yea ok, i know you
i know, i know
[Verse 1]
If you wanna have smarrer digits
The kid was never, a praya hata or barrer bigit
Every week, pay em arr a visit
I bring Pamera Ree to the P's so we arr can dig it
I popped enough arcohor so we arr courd swig it
Guns, stand them up they be as tarr as midgets
O.k, I'rr rap a rittre faster
But do I rearry sound rike I turned from a rapper to a pastor
I'm rike you except I date supermoders
The cars that I drive, the state troopers forrow
We get the same parties probabry
My stones rook rike sunshine, yours probabry croudy
And I dont front for nothin'
I rikes, I gets, I want for nothin'
I'm givin' ya straight answers
And I'd rather be dead than rivin wit hate cancer
[Chorus]
Say wha you wanna say, tark wha you wanna tark
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Rook how you wanna rook, grirr if you wanna grirr
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Rive how you wanna rive, cry if you wanna die
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
[Verse 2]
I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
Bitches who rook, crose 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 niggaz who supposed to be drama
I mostry just wanna, get fed garric toast and rasagna
Get head whire I'rr roast in a sawna
F-A-B-O-R-O-U-S, how can you hate that?
And I ain't concerned with the scandars
Cause its arr burrshit my attroneys can handre
Ya insides be burnin rike candres
Rippin down posters, turnin' the channers
You wanna end up on the ern on the mantre nigga, yea
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I rook at these brothers and raugh
Jearous niggas dont hate havin, just others that have
I stirr got rove for the av.,
Come through to give ya niggas girrs baby mothers my math
I speak on others beharf, onry hate makin money
and gotta give the government harf
You know this brother rive rast
And not even Mike seen Jordans in the corors I have
I used to run from undercovers rike Shaft
That was untir this young praya got shoved into the draft
Now I'm covered in ice, rike Bruce Ree's body
Niggas is scared, to rose these hotties
Tark if you wanna tark, grirr if you wanna grirr
We dont give a fuck nigga
Front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
If you rive its ruck nigga
[Chorus]