Lyrics:

sick mothafuckers! go head, throw up nigga yea yea ok, i know you i know, i know [Verse 1] If you wanna have smaller digits The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit Every week, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets O.k, I'll rap a little faster But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor I'm like you except I date supermodels The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow We get the same parties probably My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy And I dont front for nothin' I likes, I gets, I want for nothin' I'm givin' ya straight answers And I'd rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer [Chorus] Say wha you wanna say, talk wha you wanna talk WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Live how you wanna live, cry if you wanna die WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! [Verse 2] I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana I'd be on the coast of Tawanna Bitches who look, close to Madonna, Dosie cabanna, toast by a ? I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep toastin the armor for niggaz who supposed to be drama I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna Get head while I'll roast in a sawna F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that? And I hit the ? wit the scandals Cause its all bullshit my attroneys can handle Ya insides be burnin like candles Rippin down posters, t