Memphis Bleek - All About Me lyrics

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Give a f** what you say Extra, I don't do it I don't give a f** what you say Let's get these n***az Yeah, I give a f** what you say You know how we do it man I don't give a f** what you say It's 534 Yeah I give a f** what you say, n***a I give a f** what you say, n***a, Yo, Yo [Verse 1:] You know I'm comin through the ville Grippin wheel What the deal So who slide off the heel Tryin to get myself a mill In my system, this is still How I'm livin, just as trill n***a, E don't make a difference n***a, feel how you feel Just another day On my way to getting paid n***a, spray a hater, raid I'm tryin to stay out they way Wavin at the babes On the corner like 'hey' Stuntin' like it's nothin The performer in me Grab myself some grub Get a hug Give a pound Give a peace Get low I aint tryin to stick around Get a beat Get a girl Get my gamble on Get 'em girls, give 'em hell Keep it movin on out Back at the house At a light, BET PS2, HDTV, Fight night, night night, Knock the homie out Got the shorty gettin aggie Lookin lonely on the couch [Chorus:] And I'ma still hug block, Give a f** what you say, Pants saggin, du-raggin' Give a f** what you say, Big chain, gettin change, Give a f** what you say, Cause at the end of the day, Yeah, it's all about me Big trucks with them rims Give a f** what you say Leavin' the club with like ten I give a f** what you say A hundred grand on the benz I give a f** what you say Cause at the end of the day, Yeah, it's all about me [Verse 2:] Aint nothin changed But the change Not a lame, never been You say f** me, it's f** you Been the same ever since If you love me, i love you The game, i was lent, From the O.G., H-O, He aint never been A liar, I concur With every word that was said For the family I give 'em A hundred and ten percent For the fony I give 'em A hundred and ten of them n***a, nine, m and m How I could send it through the wind Back to the grind Pay the haters nevermind Being broke is in the past I pray I never rewind Fine wine dreams Rockin' gators, lime green Out in Vegas with my team Breakin tables, na-mean? Money on the wall, Make the game go good Have money on the ave But the sh** never last Puff, puff, pa**, n***a that's how we live Everyday, So keep the misery where you is, n***a [Chorus] [Verse 3:] 534 n***a, 4, 3, 2, 1, Blastoff, NASA, We got a problem This represents the struggle The hustle, the bums, The rats, the roaches, n***a that's where we from Summertime cookout Open up the johnny pumps Baby, I don't care If you just got your hair done You still gettin wet Young hustlers on the steps Tryin to follow in the steps Of the vets From the jets Young n***az act hard Ballin's in the back park Me, I played the monkey bars On girls, tried to mack hard Back when cane was blastin from the car Got a package of cane Brought at you to the yard And uuuuh ... [Chorus]