Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Nobody Care About Us, artist - Phat Kat. Date of issue: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Nobody Care About Us |
| Don’t nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us |
| Til we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us |
| I bet you wouldn’t see a million MC’s if it was all about skills |
| Puffing on blunts sucker sporting Tommy Hill |
| Figured that that stuff would be so fat |
| Like the rhymes I bust, and you didn’t hear me cuss |
| Not yet, but it’s about to get live in this bitch |
| You ho niggas done blew my high, now I’m in your shit |
| Making hits while you other suckers be riding the dick |
| Bringing drama to your clique, like Susan Lucci |
| Your style played out like MC Brains and Oochie Coochie |
| That shit died out, you couldn’t keep up with the times |
| You got to move over, these real niggas 'bout to shine |
| Like my diamonds on your punk ass in the sun |
| I bust flows to keep you hoes on the run |
| Detroit, Phat Kat, straight from the Midwest, never fess |
| Shit stay fresh like money blessed |
| No second guessing, the wrong nigga to be testing |
| Fuck around Swanson’ll be your place to rest in |
| I’m that guy who made you suckers wanna rap |
| I’m that nigga who put Detroit on the map |
| Been on hiatus, come back and get props like the greatest |
| Rocking the latest, that’s why you phoney niggas hate us |
| Hearing you hoes got my right hand itching |
| I’ve been ripping flows way before the days of the Rhythm Kitchen |
| Phat Kat, born and raised in this bitch |
| Niggas claiming my city don’t even stay in this bitch |
| All in they raps, busting caps, selling dope |
| You and five of your crew, y’all still couldn’t ante off of C-notes |
| Broke niggas kill me while real niggas feel me |
| You saw me sticking your ho you still couldn’t peel me |
| Ayo I see we got a |
| Up to me we got too many niggas faking |
| Lying on their digs and all the moves that they making |
| Chance they taking, trying to roam through my zones |
| From Twist City, the place where Phat Kat calls home |
| Where niggas talk twenty four hours on Bernie Mac phones |
| Catch me at a show, a spot’s guaranteed to get blown |
| Know niggas with hearts so cold they froze like snow cones in the winter |
| You’s a beginner, trying to test this vet (nigga) |
| So when you see me on the streets talk to me quick |
| Because you never know what the fuck you might get |
| So dig it, sugar sugar and um, sort of soft |
| If you didn’t get off it ain’t my fault |
| Remember that, Phat Kat coming with nothing but the vintage |
| 1st Down tear a line out your crew, let’s have a scrimmage |
| While you portraying images you seen on TV |
| That shit is gay I told you niggas that Detroit don’t play |
| (Been in this game for years, it made me a animal) |