Redman

Redman - I Don't Kare lyrics

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Yo  give it to me.. give it to me
 Bitch give it to me.. give it to me
 Nigga give me that cash  bitch give it to me
 Bitch give it to me  or I'll smack the shit out you
 Give it to me.. yo yo yo yo yo!
 Give it to me..
 Yo  yo yo yo  yo  yo check it

 Yo I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here
 I'm a legend  you should be poppin corks to my beer
 When I appear  full gear, down from the rear
 Sliced so quick, you thought Doc -- whispered in your ear
 Yeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's
 are raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves
 Look around the premises, spot blemishes
 Call me Doc O-Dog, more Menace than Dennis
 It's him in this, the raunchy shit I prefer
 So every word be hard to turn when you stir
 My grill, my balls, my jaws, stretch twelve floors
 Vacate your college dorm halls
 I can stand still and ricochet off the walls
 The gun sparks yourself cause your pee ate the stall
 Who Shot J.R.? I did, right in the melon
 So I could own a ranch and start fuckin Sue Ellen!
 I do murders that's hard to solve through forensic
 Any clash of hash able to burn I bent it
 You push a 6 while I push a rented Tempest
 Rockin, hoe hoppin, bumpin Lil' Kim shit!

 Aiyyo, niggaz poppin shit Red - "I Don't Kare"
 Bitches say you don't got money - "I Don't Kare"
 Yo niggaz say he nicer than you - "I Don't Kare"
 "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!")

 He got a big icy chain - "I Don't Kare"
 He got a Benz and a Range - "I Don't Kare"
 His records get mad airplay - "I Don't Kare"
 "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!")

 Yo yo, fuck all you radio that wanna play clean singles
 I cleaned mine for years and still ain't hit a million (WHY??!?!)
 I get the buddha heads buggin, shit
 I should be four mil' and better for that shit I'm Unpluggin
 Doc rocked every corridor in Florida
 Watch the formula pour sucka absorb it up
 And while you foamin up from the two in your Nautica
 I orchestrate the orchestra to Arkestra
 Never trust no bitch, map your click
 She ain't with it, Call Tyrone to pack her shit
 Funk Doc, Goldeneye, Double-Oh agent
 I be in court more than them dollar cap Haitians
 Lick a shot, BLAOW, think the Doc is goin pop?
 Eat a cock, BLAOW, ready for real hip-hop to
 rock you block, BLAOW, all chicks I turn em out
 Send they boyfriends back home, takin the garbage out
 Ha ha, yo, I'ma sewer rat the tracks
 With gats bigger than Will Smith gat in Men in Black
 And if it's Friday, you better double your lap
 I hit you on the floor sayin, "My neck and my back!"
 Yo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke
 Two-fifty in Jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes
 Yo, how tight are you? -- Tighter than a Federal jail
 How High? -- You better check XXL!

 Yo niggaz say you ain't shit - "I Don't Kare"
 Yo bitches say you broke as fuck - "I Don't Kare"
 Niggaz say he better than you - "I Don't Kare"
 "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!")

 Yo yo, he got a lot of fuckin ice - "I Don't Kare"
 Yo, he got a Benz and a Range - "I Don't Kare"
 He get forty spins a day! - "I Don't Kare"
 "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!")

 "I Don't Kare"
 "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!")
 "I Don't Kare"
 "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care
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Author: Chad Hugo, Chris Stein, Deborah Harry, Erick Sermon, Kirk Robinson, Nat Robinson, Pharrell Williams, Reggie Noble, Victor Santiago (2)

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Doc's da Name 2000 (1998)

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