Tim Dog - I Don't Give a f** lyrics

Artist: Tim Dog Album: Do or Die Song: I Don't Give a f** Hey yo ! Check it out ! Check check the check a check it out ! Check it out ! Check check the check a check it out ! You're listenin to the muthaphukkin man himself [word up] The D-O-G ! [Yeah] Yeah, there's a lotta dogs out there, huh But face it: right about now You're dealin with the hardest muthaphukka on the planet [that's right] Hey lemme tell you a little bit o' sh** about myself [yeah, kick that sh**] Punk ! Came out with a jam that had the whole world stompin Title of the track: "f** Compton !" Yeah, the record was a hit And DJ Quik was on my muthaphukkin dick [haha] Now you say the boy is a madman I'm eatin more fowls than Pac-Man I got props, loungin by the shops I don't need cops I bust shots with my Glock Now b**hes wanna see me And punk muthaphukkaz on the charts wanna be me I got the wick-ed [Hey yo, kick it] Renegade style coz I'm versatile I'm super superb master stereo, where are ya ? Heavier, I can never ever be scattier [Whoow] Coz my rhymes is the force I get vexed after I trigger some crazy horse [word up] You get torn a new a**hole And I'll pimp slap that a** like my muthaphukkin last ho The b**h is upset She want a muthaphukkin L when she got Keith Sweat But I'm still hittin skins I cut her off back then, now I'm f**in all her friends [damn] Yeah the Dog don't play I got b**hes in LA and around the way So leave the drama for your mama n***as talkin sh** when they don't know that I'm a Crazy muthaphukka, I'll smoke you in a minute Anytime you hear about a fight you know I'm in it But you cuss, moan and ramble And still don't realize that your life's a gamble You gets nut, Dog is no bluff Ruff and ruff I get tuff with the quick stuff [Hook:] Coz I don't give a f** [Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it] And you punk muthaphukkaz better shut the f** up I don't give a f**, yeah [Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it] All you b**h a** n***as better shut the f** up (2x) Know what I'm sayin ? [Word up] n***as don't know how I'm livin down here in this muthaphukka [That's right yo] You talkin 'bout rollin with a gat They see you come with a bat You know what I'm sayin ? I'm smokin n***as on the mic What the f** is you doin ? [Word up] Hey yo, let me drop some sh** to you all like this [Drop that sh**, Dog] [Kick it] [Let n***as know] I'm a terrorist, my mouth is a wax-o-phone I'm blowin sh** up like a saxophone When I step into the crowd n***as are on I grab the mic and start yes yo'in Word up I'm about to tear sh** up And b**h a** n***as can just shut the f** up, go [?? head ??] up Or get [?? wet ??] up, coz I'm dead up I'll beat yo monkey a** and you know I won't let off Kickin a** like a donkey It's return of the muthaphukkin Hip-Hop junkie Yeah, you say he's that good Gold teeth, black shades and a muthaphukkin fat hood But don't jump on my dick Because I'll f** you in the a** 'till it's covered with sh** Yeah boy I'm a freak And if we was up North you'd be callin me Big Zeke [whoow] Coz when I'm on stage I do damage I'm the muthaphukkin microphone bandit I got rhymes pon co*k You get shot with the Glock from my mouth, you'll be shocked The wickedest man alive with the technique s**ers try to get me, but don't even sweat me Coz when I rhyme sh** is in order Huh ! I'm the man that f**ed your daughter I'm outta order, s**ers think I'm sympathetic They're pathetic, I won't let it So punk, don't sweat it I reign hard like thunder n***as dissin me, gettin put the f** under I got the notion, smooth like lotion Even when I'm on stage b**hes are open So go push your luck I ain't got sh** to lose so I don't give a f** Yeah, see what I'm sayin you b**h a** muthaphukka [Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it] Stop talkin that ol' bullsh** you're kickin Yo jerry curl wearin b**h Yeay, you keep rollin with that muthaphukkin crew We ain't even gotta go that way let's get on the mic You don't wanna do that Coz I'll end yo f**in carreer You b**h a** muthaphukka, yeah And I'm out [Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it]