mc ren – i don’t give a damn lyrics
who wanna step into the room?
where that n-gg- ren be at, makin’ sh-t that’s phat
’cause in ’95 i gotta hustle for yo -ss
droppin’ sh-t like in the past
rated double x, you in trouble when i hex
n-gg-z that be actin’ like hoes of the opposite s-x
’cause fool i’m a soldier with a regiment
10, 000 n-gg-z marchin’ to your residence
f–k the president and his red, white, and blue
i never leave a clue with the sh-t that i do
sport the black 80, creepin’ with the flashlight
comin’ with this phat sh-t just last night
the mad scientist from the center of the earth
droppin’ crazy sh-t whenever i drop a verse
n-gg-z in a rage, wanna see me in a cage
but um, i c-cked the gauge when the ink hits the page
f–k a grammy show and your mammy so now
what the f–k ya gonna do when i bust out the zoo
’cause ya don’t know really who you’re f–kin’ with
you’re f–kin’ with the n-gg- ren with the phat sh-t
and i don’t give a d-mn
(chorus)
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
and i don’t give a d-mn
three strikes for who? a n-gg- fallin’ in the trap
what can i do to keep from fallin’ off the map?
i ain’t your everyday n-gg- just with a rhyme
i’ll give ya that i don’t give a f–k frame of mind
make ya wanna shoot the police in the back
i’m crazy like hady, ’cause devils be shady
the great elephant n-gg- hangin’ on box
a buffalo soldier without the dreadlocks
i don’t give a d-mn, i created this sh-t
with the real n-gg-z way back in ’87
n-gg-z walkin’ on my footprints in nine five
fools h-t ’em foul, can’t hit a line drive
so get the h-ll away from my throne or a zone
my b-boy stance and sh-t is kinda full grown
f–k the police ’cause i still feel the same
and f–k a lotta n-gg-z bein’ whack at the game
i don’t give a d-mn
(chorus)
who be talkin’ sh-t about the great elephant?
ren be bustin’ raps, n-gg-z bustin’ caps
the b-tch made n-gg- killa, that’s who i be
when b-tch made n-gg-z come and try
be a politician kidnapp, who gives a f–k about ’em
n-gg- never gave a f–k, i can live without ’em
n-gg-z wanna journey down the black brick road
they can see me changin’ in an i don’t give a f–k mode
then i explode, better hide your neck
ya new whack n-gg-z never get my respect
then center of the earth is where i dwell
your sh-t never sell, i got ‘cha trippin’ in a livin’ h-ll
so back the f–k out my way, that’s what i’m sayin’
’cause i’ll be havin’ hypocrite n-gg-z b-lls hangin’
and othe b-tch n-gg-z, be go lickin’ ’em
but ren just keep on pickin’ ’em and slam
’cause i don’t give a god d-mn
(chorus)
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