| Aiyyo these industry niggas — they startin not to like me
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| I’m too chiesty (chiesty) I’m too fiesty (fiesty)
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| Run up on labels and I beat up kids
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| It’s N-O! |
| Ain’t no need to ask who that is
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| I’m like Tim Duncan (nigga) close to unstoppable
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| Shoot at your face, kid Whatchu gonna do?
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| I go to Jacob with a hundred thou'
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| While you go up to him with twenty-five hundred, wow!
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| I throw fifty on the chain (what!!)
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| Fifty on the watch (what!!)
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| I still cock, blow, and throw fifty on the block (what!!)
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| It’s thugged out, so my people listen and watch
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| Yo my name «nore» but only fam' call me «flint»
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| My people that smoke weed get high in bed, yo am I a hoe?
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| You can see me at the Tahoe, rockin a shirt that say «Let the Lox go»
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| In L.A. I rock the same shirt at Roscoe
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| Remember if I shot a nigga — I don’t care
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| In the club (?) — I don’t care
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| You see the way we pop Crist' yo — I don’t care
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| It’s CNN every thug throughout the atmosphere
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| See us iceberged out yo — I don’t care
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| Chromed out the lower twenties yo — I don’t care
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| It’s CNN every thug throughout the atmosphere
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| (Capone)
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| I’m out of this world, keep a fresh philly to twirl
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| Pretty thug fly nigga, gimme your girl
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| I been on all avenues
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| Strips hot like Malibu’s sand
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| I got chips shit
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| Rappers' savan
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| I represent every Ghetto like a broke elevator
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| Piss downstairs, sunny dude
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| Cherry Now and Laters
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| Save her for a favor, one of my favorites
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| When a nigga circum
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| To the slum, I rap one of the greatest
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| Off the kicks
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| I’m rockin' the latest Air Pimps
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| Let me have that scar underneath my shit
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| We thugged out, shit bleed thugged out
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| QB reign as the last stop like the QB train
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| In L.A. I’m with Kurupt
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| South Central with Daz, hot nine’s Clue
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| Thug pop wine in the coop
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| Fatigue the suit nigga
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| Still shootin cues
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| Huh? |
| Clue, how we do? |
| (huh? how we do?)
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| Fat shout! |
| TDK!
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| Sam Elbridge! |
| Brian Gordon!
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| (Noreaga)
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| I’m went from, right (right), and I never forget ('get)
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| Where we sell a lot of coke and we fight off pits
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| The whole block on the run, yo even the chicks
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| I cop every Jordan’s, I love them kicks
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| I got hurt when the Spurs beat the New York Knicks
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| I had the gamblin' in the hood
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| Scramblin' the hood (word)
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| When shit got hot, I leave hammers in the hood
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| A thugged-out shirt and bandana in the hood
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| I’m the «Godfather» of the thugs
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| King of the hood
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| King of the 'dro
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| King of the Crist'
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| King of the ass
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| And sayin' what, what?
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| To Grandmaster Flash
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| Hey what?
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| The super thug is back, and I got some shit
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| I’m like a crackhead, can’t turn down a hit
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| I keep the chrome out on the four-fifth, Four point six
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| I went from hustlin nicks to hustlin bricks
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| I’m big-timin' this game, I’m small-timin' this
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| DJ Clue! |
| Desert Storm!
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| Fat shout! |
| Theo Ratliff!
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| Sixers! |
| Saint Johns!
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| Germ players! |
| Mike Jordan!
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| Alex! |
| DJ Clue!
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| Professional — Part Two!..
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| .New York!
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| Yeah, yeah, DJ Clue
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| Duro! |
| CN motherfuckin N
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| Y’know how we fuckin do it
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| Thugged out and you all tittied out
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| Desert Storm, strait form on ya norm'
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| Keep it regular nigga
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| Smoke good weed nigga, not the regular
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| Smoke good weed nigga, not the regular. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Don't Care , by - DJ Clue. Song from the album The Professional 2, in the genre R&B