歌词
Tw-tw-tw-twelve in the mornin', pop shells for a livin'
And berry gon' smell blood trail every minute
Rogue wave on you niggas, no fail when I hit 'em
Every time I see a pig, I don't hesitate to kill 'em
Ain't nobody give a **** about a rule
Either get diplomas or a tool, I'ma cool with my youngins
No bool when I'm sprayin' this K at you ****as
**** a gang affiliated with nothin' but my name
Man, I don't give a **** about a motha****in' po
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo' mother****in' do'
Man, I don't give a **** about a motha****in' po
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo' mother****in' do', yeah
People be starvin'
And people be killin' for food with that crack and that spoon
But these rich motha****as, they stay eatin' good
Droppin' wage livin' good
Holdin' steel Glocks, but you been a *****, suck a thick ****
**** a Crip walk, hit the strip like in Bangkok
Never ever see me have a trip ‘bout a lil’ broad
See me on the TV screamin', "*****, you a damn fraud"
And you don't wanna **** with a chigga like me
When I pull up in that Maserati
Better duck 'fore ya brain splatter on the concrete
I'ma hit you with that .45, ****** hit yo neck round the bow tie
Lookin' like a thriller, film a *****
I'ma go right back with the clip and I know you be shakin'
Don't test me or I might just click at yo noggin
Man, I don't give a **** about a motha****in' po
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo' mother****in' do'
Man, I don't give a **** about a motha****in' po
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo' mother****in' do', yeah
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