Younglord - We Don't Care lyrics

[Cuban Link] Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P Latins Goin Platinum baby! Yeah yeah, yeah.. Uhh, year 2000 Terror Squadians (Terror Squad) We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry) (I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry) Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah) We rock the party and.. YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun My f**in brother, makin motherf**ers run for cover The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler Burnin rubber with d**, stuffed up in the muffler Shut the f** up! Bust a slug through your jugular Plus s**ers get f**ed up with golf clubs, never front on us T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT? With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT In a Mercedes - Coupe f**ed up doin a BUCK If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS She wanna rape me - just because I'm s**y as fu*k So n***a WHAT? Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link [Pun] Tear the club up! [Link] Cause we don't care [Pun] E'rybody strip [Link] Yeah we don't care [Pun] Shoot the place up! [Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-AH!) We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) [Link] Yeah we don't care [Pun] T. Squaders [Link] Yes, yeah we don't care [Pun] f** you n***a! [Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-AH!) We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) [Big Punisher] Yo I'm livin in madness, given the Spanish props I got to have it Loadin and bustin' up mad clips, gettin' up a**es Grabbin' the girls on they a**es Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws My trigger got no heart n***a, I'm blowin apart liver And holdin the Glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot Baby better head for the hills, my n***as wild for the night My lead ready to peel this sh** really real My clip really filled, your chick better chill My dick fit to k**, we fittin to ill No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama I'mma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrow You f**in with scholars, street knowledge Carter kids stuck to the projects Go ahead keep checkin that mall Me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips Keep talkin that dumb sh** like you want it Yeah when are you gonna buck sh** Wanted a slugfest, they want this ?? mug sh** Chorus [Cuban Link] Uhh.. Yeah.. Big Punisher.. Cuban Link.. Terror Squad.. Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way.. Anything goes.. The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..