David Foreman - Nobody lyrics

[Hook: DJ Quik impersonating Suga Free] I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody I don't care about nobody, they don't care about me I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody I don't care about nobody, I just care about me [Suga Free] Ay pimpin, this for that trick mayne Yeah, the one that laughed at me when I told 'em God was sendin' me a boat, but then he cried when DJ Quik came A day in the life of a playa name Free When John Mayer told the world he didn't CARE for me But look at Obama in the office for the get back, mayne I believe in takin', go to school and GET that game Dark brown Cognac to the head You can't tell me sh**, n***a Michael Jackson dead I'm holding back my tears when I'm listenin' to "Off the Wall" That medicine didn't k** 'em -- y'all did cause y'all talked about him like a dog No, I ain't pickin' up no girl for no security, Jack Didn't Paris Hilton finally get her j**elry back? And Tiger Woods needs some back-up Boy, don't you ever apologize to no prostitute, now hit the green and tee THAT up But let a mack get 'er; 'member that s** scene on "Baby Boy"? I woulda f**ed them hoes just like Jack Now I'mma kiss the ground like a 747 stack Cause success is the greatest revenge, but it's gon' back (It's gon' handle what's right, it's so certificate Then you better believe in me) Yeah, so rack 'em up Yeah, Suga Free the P, man Pomona style, man have them n***as crackin' up So don't rush me I don't drink alcohol, but when I do drink I prefer Dos Equis [Hook: DJ Quik impersonating Suga Free]×2 I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody I don't care about nobody, I just care about me [DJ Quik] Now my life, is backstage, wristbands, flashlights Then, do the same thing we did last night - Jam I'm retro Nickelodeon, I'm still All That I even rock the mane just like Mike Jack Addicted to the night life just like crack But in the black Mercedes with the ladies in the back I like to make you brick, it's what makes me tick The way the team decided by just one kick Now do the grand slam, damn Take you back so far, I got you flyin' Pan Am I get the club packed tight like canned ham Sealin' all your artists, now pa** your exam Or get down or gon' get it knit up I got a Quincy Jones in my bones, genes split-up DJ Quiksta in the center like a pent-up And I don't break down - I been up [Hook: DJ Quik impersonating Suga Free]×4 I don't need nobody I don't want nobody I don't care about nobody, that don't care about me