Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whoop! Whoop!, artist - Kam. Date of issue: 06.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Whoop! Whoop! |
| They don’t give a fuck |
| So I don’t give a fuck |
| Makes me wanna holler |
| Throw up both my hands |
| They don’t give a fuck |
| So I don’t give a fuck |
| Makes me wanna holler |
| Throw up both my hands |
| They don’t give a fuck |
| So I don’t give a fuck |
| Movin through the L.A. streets with the homeboys |
| Dippin in the toy, havin' Chips Ahoy… |
| Cookies, and these rookies still can’t see us |
| A lotta people wanna be us cause we’s the O.G.'es |
| Real Eastside riders from the hood |
| And I wish niggas would |
| Come at me like it’s all good |
| If y’all could you’d probably do the same thing |
| Rap, sling dope, pimp hoes, or gangbang |
| And it’s a goddamn shame, but |
| Now the babies is the ones blued down and flamed up |
| Saggin with they neighborhood flag inside they pockets |
| Think they ain’t? |
| They even spraypaint the sprockets |
| On they bike, yellin, «What that Eastside like?» |
| Gettin high in the bleachers while the teachers on strike |
| Books collect dust on they shelf |
| Parents either dead or gone, so they raise theyself |
| But who cares |
| Some talk about killin, some hear about it, some do it |
| Some can’t handle it, and others just numb to it |
| You think we got problems? |
| They the ones |
| Cause kids is havin kids, and kids is havin guns |
| Ask yours daughters and sons what they learnin in school |
| And watch em look at you like you a fool |
| All they learn is how to smoke a beedi |
| How to do a tattoo use a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffiti |
| The tv and the radio is raisin em |
| Parents hold your breath, cause death ain’t even fazin em |
| A single mother out workin like a slave |
| Ain’t no homecooked meal, just a microwave |
| Oven, what happened to the lovin? |
| Good taste done been replaced by pushin, and shovin |
| It all started at home with the family |
| Now we can’t save em, or can we? |
| Who cares |
| Makes me wanna holler |
| Throw up both my hands |
| They don’t give a fuck |
| So I don’t give a fuck |
| Don’t nobody care what happen to us |
| Except God Almighty, in whom we trust |
| I bust rhymes like these for a reason |
| Cause for everything up under the sun it’s a season |
| To live and die, laugh and cry |
| Everybody knows shit happens, but nobody knows why |
| And they don’t even try to learn |
| By lettin the 5 Percent teach em, it’s like they rather burn |
| And for niggas just to turn they life around and chill |
| It’s harder to save, than it is to kill |
| As we spill each other blood in the streets |
| I see yellow tape and wonder who that is up under the sheet |
| Another child just got shot down |
| Now what’s the chances that they not black and not brown? |
| A lotta people crowd around cause they feel they got to stop and stare |
| But they don’t really care |
| Who cares? |
| Makes me wanna holler |
| Throw up both my hands |
| They don’t give a fuck |
| So I don’t give a fuck |
| Makes me wanna holler |
| Throw up both my hands |
| They don’t give a fuck |
| So I don’t give a fuck |