I Don't Give A Fucc Paroles

[Verse 1]
Look,
my momma wanna know why I'm bangin
she told me ima loose my life
I ain't trippin I'm a crip and I'ma do it right
before I run from a nigga I'll loose the fight
I gotta hustle, momma I'ma move the white
If I die and came back I do it twice
Brain washed by the block, it consumed my life
Cool nigga but a killa when the mood is right
Bullets had the dogs howlin at the moon at night
Momma it's cold outside
Ain't no hope outside
couple niggas gettin money, most is broke outside
Rocks in the house sellin dope outside
Reminiscen on my niggas that got smoked outside
Suckas in the house when them locs
outside
Hustla gotta eat when them folks outside
I got a burner on my lap and I'm dippin in my bucket ridin' with my burner and my beat turnt up
ac blowin and my window down
chuckin up my hood when I hit your town

[Verse 2]
Chea!
They say we probably die slangin', bangin, pressin our luck
All a nigga really got is my respect and my pride
Got a choppa for the coppas, keep a tech in the ride
Every nigga got a lemon, neva step on a lime
When the cess say its on, I'm expected to ride
When the World say it's wrong I got to set on my side
matter fact, a nigga got to set on my back
Slauson, boy, the World ain't ready for that
Nigga it's cold in my hood, ain't no hope in my hood
Couple homies couldn't cope, caught smokin dope in my hood
But I could neva, eva, be from no otha hood
and I could neva eva leave my folks in the hood
Thank the Lord every mornin' that I woke in the hood
and summers that I rolled chrome smokes in the hood
If I ain't never sold a mil off what I wrote in my hood, I ain't trippin cuz niggas know I spoke for my hood

[Chorus x2]
I don't giva a fuck
ridin' with my burner and my heat turnt up
ac blowin and my window down
chuckin up my hood when I hit your town


(Thanks to Chesa for these lyrics)