Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't Know, artist - Sticky Fingaz. Album song Decade...but Wait It Gets Worse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cleopatra
Song language: English
I Don't Know |
I don’t know what I wanna do with you |
I don’t know what I wanna do without you |
I don’t know what I’m gonna do about you, you, you, you |
Let’s go, Starsky and Hutch man |
Fire and Stick |
Light ya blunts up, light ya blunts up |
Yo, yo |
I’m 'bout to hit the club |
I don’t know, on which truck I’m drivin tonight |
It’s like, I don’t know, on which ho I’m fuckin tonight |
But yo, I don’t know, where should I take her |
To the edge water cliffs or back to Southside Jamaica |
Bitches be like, I don’t know, where they get they clothes from |
Industry like, I don’t know, where they get they flows from |
Niggas be like, I don’t know, where they get they dough from |
Posin up in the clubs with guns or wrist frozen |
I don’t know, nothin when the cops come, I act dumb |
I don’t know, what weed officer? |
What gats, huh? |
I don’t know, shit I told the judge, this is love my nigga, this is negative |
love |
Sticky my cous' said |
I don’t know, how the hell I got home last night |
I don’t know, how I blew twenty g’s in one night |
I don’t know, but all I remember’s two hoes from Virginia out cold like December |
Neighbors be like, I don’t know, how could they afford that crib they in |
I don’t know, what these boys do for a livin, shoot |
I don’t know, but it must be drugs cause they have wild parties and they dress |
like thugs |
Ask myself but, I don’t know, why I flooded the watch, flooded the chain |
I don’t know, why I copped the Benz at a hundred and change |
I don’t know, why I’m stuck in my ways |
And took back the new Hummer when I seen the new Range |
They all say |
Yo, where the money at? |
I don’t know |
What? |
You better tell me where the safe at, I don’t know |
Don’t say that one more time, I ain’t playin that, I don’t know |
Ugh, that’s the last straw, cocked back the four, put his brains on the wall |
I’m in the club and, I don’t know, if these little groupies is givin it up |
I don’t know, should I try to spit game to her friend or just her? |
I don’t know, what the hell I told her |
Though I took her home by the morn', ended up with both of them |
A’yo it musta been God yo cause, I don’t know |
How we made it out of them projects |
I don’t know, should I cop the Benz Coupe or the drop Lex |
I don’t know, should I do it out of spite, twenty niggas on the bikes, doin |
Wheelies to the lights |
Hoes was like, I don’t know, I guess they from New York the way that they talk |
I don’t know, I guess she from L.A. the way that she walk |
I don’t know, on where you wanna chill |
Put your ass on the back and we could slide through the hill |
Baby it’s real, I don’t know, on what you fools thinkin you musta forgot |
I don’t know, why your bitches call me fire, cause a nigga hot |
I don’t know, I gutted to Medina, look butter in the Beema, chicks love me in |
the fever |
Kids is like yo |