Ras Ka** - Not Give a f** (Remix) lyrics

Rick Rock, I took my masters baby I'm here to shake up the world, yeah uh This is the digiwax remix Ras Ka**, Ghetto Fab, Fresh [Ras Ka**] This is the Man Show Can't kick it if you don't get b**hes Get riches, hit dro, drink a dee coup Had a bad b**h from the dirty south With a good tooth like Lou If the answer's no, you a man ho Probably no more All captain say hand cuff and stop Let them go, ra** ka** will play it though f** laying low like J. Lo Can't pack a six-fo True dyke like what they hit for Play the bar n***a, we dont disco Grown a** man don't harlem shake Good sense, let me show you what the dollar make Take the cake from all you fakes I can't pump my breaks, the Spreewell's keep spinin' We up to the rock, next stop, Russell simons Who spit the venom in them Donna Karen denims Ras ka** you can't get caught with fabolous government Put my face on the pa**port Cuz real n***as do real things So f** the world to my bling Cuz ya'll mean I mean [Chorus] I'm fly enough, to do better But pimp enough to not give a f** And I'm thug enough, to do better And gangsta enough to not give a f** I'm hustlin' enough, to know better But ballin' enough to not give a f** And I'm, old enough, to know better But young enough to not give a f** [Fabolous] D-d-d-d-dammit man I'm in a throwback so old It'll make your grandma glance And everybody know, everybody go So please, call the stretch ambulance These dudes don't stand a chance When I pull up like the pamper brand Those in the Lambo slants With a madame from France With a a** so big You couldn't hide it in hammer pants Who else be in New York With Miami tans Got everybody doin' the street family dance I'm sure this hammer can Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man F-A-B, you preferably Don't wanna F wit me Please believe it I'm definately, as responsible For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be Believe it please [Fresh] Snap cap Lou, you know it's me Leroy, wrist on glow for all to see Fresh trep for all the see You can tell by my strut, I'm a new yorker baby What that mean, never leave or maybe I'm dropping off Felciia, I'm gettin' toss to keyes Drink up the coffee, break fast after breakfast Hoppin' in the goleta, make back is gettin' respected n***as must be gay, I ain't thinkin' straight I'm in the quarter before eight Mama I can't relate, like when we goin' shoppin' When she starts speakin French Leave them alone like Stockton Fresh, Ras, and Fab, please with the gift to gab Put your potato, we ready to mash Don't get involved, I put your top in front of the E So you really be ahead of your cla** [Chorus]