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redman - just don't give a fuck (freestyle) lyrics

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[intro]
whoa, uh, get your blunts in the air, and get to smoking it
and uh, p-ssing it around and sh-t, ’cause this is gilla house
big ups to them detroit n-ggas: d12, eminem (get high, mayne)
royce da 5’9″, trick trick, and them goons
this goes out to proof, baaabbbby

[verse 1]
yo, reg n0ble, roll up in the blue volvo
i rock polo, my face like miguel cotto
i’m serious, pour the cranberry with the remy
impersonate you rappers more than milli vanilli
i’m higher than the drug dealer you got your weed from
you rappers won’t impress me ’til you learn to make an album
so quit it, fall back, ’cause i got the power
it’s music, money, hoes, plus blunts of the sour
my name is reggie n0ble, i’m a s-xaholic (hi, reggie)
i f-cked my babysitter on my mama toilet
i’m a kon artist, like the homie from d12
n-ggas think i ain’t strapped until they hear the sh-lls
b-tch, i’m coming out shootin’ through the window, in the car chase
you gettin’ shot the f-ck up like scarface
i started rolling blunts, my mind is getting open
my pen is like cheech and chong, i’m still smoking

[chorus]
yo, so when you see me in your city high as h-ll
and i’m dancing like diddy — i just don’t give a f-ck
smoking the sour in the drop
with the homie and he holding on the glock sayin’
i just don’t give a f-ck
so if you don’t follow me on the twitter
i ain’t bitter, f-ck you n-ggas — i just don’t give a f-ck
when you see me on the streets, run
’cause most likely red got a gun — i just don’t give a f-ck

[verse 2]
yo, i’m poppin’ the e, but i’m looking for mdma
with a double barrel, bumpin’ nwa
i hustle hard for the guap around any season
that’s why my rims beaming where the parking meter reading
beefin’, you’re all vegan, you wouldn’t beat a case
you’re the type to snitch the first hour, first 48
never needed a cape, i’m a lyrical hero
doctor, the psycho ward gave me a referral
when i form like wu-tang in the street with the heat of deniro
redman’s the coolest, reggie n0ble’s a weirdo
sativa, with your wife eating the beaver
skeet on her lips looking like missy misdemeanor
the dirtiest rhymer, marijuana addict
the legend, icon, gorilla, cl-ssic
half alien, half bro, i’m the type of -ssh0l-
to cut your girl’s fake breast with a knife as big as rambo’s

[chorus]
so when you see me in your city high as h-ll
and i’m dancing like diddy — i just don’t give a f-ck
smoking the sour in the drop
with the homie and he holding on the glock sayin’
i just don’t give a f-ck
so if you don’t follow me on the twitter
i ain’t bitter, f-ck you n-ggas — i just don’t give a f-ck
when you see me on the streets, run
’cause most likely red got a gun — i just don’t give a f-ck

[outro]
this goes out to them brick city n-ggas
everybody that’s smoking that sour diesel
put one in the air if you’re smoking
gilla house is in the building
california, atl, new york — we all over this b-tch
detroit, you already know the bidness, let’s go

- redman lyrics

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