Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nobody Cares:, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Strangeulation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.05.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Nobody Cares: |
| Swanky all the time… |
| So don’t worry 'bout me cause I’m |
| Gucci, luchi, all up in my hallsies |
| Come from Kansas City and |
| «Get money"'s what they tought me |
| I’m a real one, fill 'em, up, I bust and kill 'em |
| Didn’t have to sell my soul to sell some fucking millions |
| When I drop this Bou Lou drink, it’ll put me up in billions |
| The ceiling never could stop this KC, MO civilian |
| How ya didn’t know we had the green when I’m all up in yo' magazine? |
| So focused on the flow, fo' fifth, yo' bitch throw shit, that’s flattering |
| We ain’t like you others, we got a very sick disease |
| And, if you get this bug, it may result in making cheese |
| Made a lot of Technicians, gettin' mo' is the next mission |
| We got the colleges, the suburbs and the 'jects trippin' |
| Off of this wealthy, foul-mouthed trigger |
| Don’t even bother to get your wicky styles out, nigga! |
| Everything in my head, all these words that I said |
| (Nobody cares) Nobody cares |
| (And nobody gives a damn what I say, who I am) |
| (Nobody cares) Nobody Cares |
| These bright lights, show my life |
| (No one, no one, no one, no one cares, nobody, nobody) |
| Fellas better put a chastity belt on yo' spouses |
| Put-put a chastity belt on yo' spouses (Ugh-huh!) |
| It is what it is, nigga, I’m underground |
| Y’all saying the same thing, mainstream in trouble now |
| I’m on my grown man, growin' a little stubble now |
| A Spotify gotta fly, hustle gotta double down |
| Murder was the case that I gave 'em |
| Damn her with my grammar hammer, nobody could save 'em |
| And we ain’t just in Kansas City anymore |
| We on tour and we on some penny pinchin', «give me more» |
| If I die today, I’m comin' back, nigga |
| Strange Music’s on big black fat nigga |
| Cause we resurrected with people been disrespectin' |
| No equal to this direction, with Kali, people can check it |
| We be the choppin' and Tech get it poppin' in every Metropolis |
| Tracks, we be toppin' as far as they flock to us, niggas be jockin' us |
| I flow, beware, rappers don’t be goin' there |
| Maybe I’m just blowin' smoke in the air and no one cares |
| I been (dope, d-dope, d-dope, dope, dope) |
| I get 'em (dope, d-dope, d-dope, dopeboy fresh) |
| Bitch, I been out here poppin', been up in these streets |
| Since I came up out that water, been the illest nigga low key |
| Got yo' bitch up all on my Peta, bendin' on them knees |
| Bitch came back around and got backed down |
| And done fucked around and got beat, it’s that, shake down! |
| Strange, so you know I make cake now |
| Want to know where’s the house by the lake down? |
| I bought the car, it was the model and I’m make now |
| I kick back, my feet up, cramp down and re-up |
| Talk shit and I talk shit, let’s pop shit, nigga, G up |
| Eeee, Whoa, kemosabe, (what ya smelling?) |
| Walk up in a room all you smell is money |
| Sixteen to ya tall, King |
| Like the hitman, nigga, holla, ball game |