Pdk
I'm here to let you know that no hoe plays me
I don't do crack 'cause I'm already crazy
And we don't need no more psycho people
Guns don't kill people, people kill people
Haven't you heard, there's a new sheriff in to-own
But one black chief can't calm us do-own
We cross 'em out wide, the nigga ain't from our tribe
Not Tribe Called Quest but Tribe Called West
Too legit to quit so tell the cops they can kiss my
Young black ass 'cause I'm out to get mine (you're gonna get yours)
Let it be known, to all, men that roam the planet earth
That Allah come first
Livin' in the L.A. Zoo you gotta be a warrior
Make sure you got a good lawyer
Get caught with a spear that's fifteen years
I hit the fence with my Khakis and still they shootin' at me
Trynna kill us off like Buffalo
Po-Po can't have my life, or my soul, so
"I don't give a fuck you motherfuckin' cops!"
"I don't give a fuck you motherfuckin' cops!"
"I don't give a fuck you motherfuckin' cops!"
"BUCK! And another BUCK! And another BUCK!"
"I don't give a fuck!"
I keep my brownies in my pocket, I can pick it if you lock it
I'm servin' place your order got them fat, fat quarters
Slangin' ain't my style, never was Mr. Fuzz
I don't drink suds, I pour 'em out for my loved ones
Every day is like, every day I gotta go through this
So, you can get the boot, and the motherfuckin' fist
I ain't bailin' no hay so be all on your way
With cha' whip 'cause that shit don't work on pimps and
Hustlers and players and dragon-slayers
I got the bomb in my palm, how much?
Can't stay in one spot, the heat get too hot
I gotta get another G, 'cause this one's on E
Peep game, peep game, I let loose, I let loose
Now from the window, from the roof
Shoot nigga shoot!
That's for your eye and yo sparrow
Crack and roll my barrel
Just one click away from blowin' me a nig away
Serve him in his mouth
Lights out
"I don't give a fuck, BUCK! And another-"
"I don't give a fuck!"
Jumped on the beach cruiser with the pea shooter
With my homies on the handlebars, gonna handle ours
The homies had me all fucked up off that yack
Bus' a U-turn, then go back, I brought my golf hat
Stopped and copped two 40's, two Pierogi's
Some niggas start starin' like they know me, damn
I only got two shells with me, but then
Deuce-Five get busy, where is he?
Hopped in the bandwagon got his pants saggin'
New kid on the block, fuck around and get mopped
Now that's the story, the fame and the glory
And tell that to them niggas if they lookin' for me
Where to find me
I don't do crack 'cause I'm already crazy
And we don't need no more psycho people
Guns don't kill people, people kill people
Haven't you heard, there's a new sheriff in to-own
But one black chief can't calm us do-own
We cross 'em out wide, the nigga ain't from our tribe
Not Tribe Called Quest but Tribe Called West
Too legit to quit so tell the cops they can kiss my
Young black ass 'cause I'm out to get mine (you're gonna get yours)
Let it be known, to all, men that roam the planet earth
That Allah come first
Livin' in the L.A. Zoo you gotta be a warrior
Make sure you got a good lawyer
Get caught with a spear that's fifteen years
I hit the fence with my Khakis and still they shootin' at me
Trynna kill us off like Buffalo
Po-Po can't have my life, or my soul, so
"I don't give a fuck you motherfuckin' cops!"
"I don't give a fuck you motherfuckin' cops!"
"I don't give a fuck you motherfuckin' cops!"
"BUCK! And another BUCK! And another BUCK!"
"I don't give a fuck!"
I keep my brownies in my pocket, I can pick it if you lock it
I'm servin' place your order got them fat, fat quarters
Slangin' ain't my style, never was Mr. Fuzz
I don't drink suds, I pour 'em out for my loved ones
Every day is like, every day I gotta go through this
So, you can get the boot, and the motherfuckin' fist
I ain't bailin' no hay so be all on your way
With cha' whip 'cause that shit don't work on pimps and
Hustlers and players and dragon-slayers
I got the bomb in my palm, how much?
Can't stay in one spot, the heat get too hot
I gotta get another G, 'cause this one's on E
Peep game, peep game, I let loose, I let loose
Now from the window, from the roof
Shoot nigga shoot!
That's for your eye and yo sparrow
Crack and roll my barrel
Just one click away from blowin' me a nig away
Serve him in his mouth
Lights out
"I don't give a fuck, BUCK! And another-"
"I don't give a fuck!"
Jumped on the beach cruiser with the pea shooter
With my homies on the handlebars, gonna handle ours
The homies had me all fucked up off that yack
Bus' a U-turn, then go back, I brought my golf hat
Stopped and copped two 40's, two Pierogi's
Some niggas start starin' like they know me, damn
I only got two shells with me, but then
Deuce-Five get busy, where is he?
Hopped in the bandwagon got his pants saggin'
New kid on the block, fuck around and get mopped
Now that's the story, the fame and the glory
And tell that to them niggas if they lookin' for me
Where to find me
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Writer(s): Larry Troutman
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