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Lyric I Don t Give Ah What


[Intro- Master P]
Oh yeah, I done delivered the mail, all platinum
Ghetto Postage wody
And I can t do nothing for the 2 G z but make every ghetto bounce
Turn it up, what what what
Bounce!!!

[Chorus]
Wooday, I don t give a fuck no mo
Wooday, ima bout to slang this dope
Woody, from the north to the south we go
Woody, from the east to da west we roll

[Verse 1]
Now when I do this thang ima do it wild
And I ain t Rakim but I can move da crowd
And when I m having sex, I make stomachs growl
Now how long can I go, about a couple of miles
Screaming all night long, saying bomb bomb bomb
Saying go big daddy, wont you take me home
Now if this ain t love, lets go to the motel
And if you feeling kinda freaky lets do it on the way there
I like to bark with women, like I m Bow Wow
And I keep my nine cocked, goes pow pow
Ima souljah, I thought I told ya
You find me sippin on the 40 s or blowing on the dolja
Find me at a party with a pool of bitches
I m the ghetto Bill Gates, went from rags to riches
Call me ???????? , still throw them thangs
nigga I m flexing in a Rolls, but still flossin my chain
It s Nolimit til the day that I die
Screaming C-P-3 thats the way I ride
All my uptown warriors, where y all at
Cause we never leave the house with out our gat
ya heard me!!!

[Chorus1- x2]

[Chorus2]
Uh no stoppin no stoppin
i m from the south where them girls be boppin
Take off your braw hoe show them tits,
And wobble that thang like the Baddest bitch

[Verse 2]
See I m a killer, and I don t give a fuck no mo
It s 2 G z, I had to fuckin change my flow
Money, I already got the doe
nigga platinum, three million went out the door
nigga ball, I balled in the NBA
nigga hustle, I hustled from the south to the Bay
That nigga C-E-O, y all fill in the blank
Who I m with, I m with the motherfuckin tank

[Chorus1- x2]

[Chorus2]
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