No we don't give a fuck, we just Smokin' of marijuana till our brains get starve Feel my blood, without Oh, what precious plant, to destroy it I just can't Doctors use it in their laboratories Smokin' touches everybody's heart - it's mistery It's good

Closed mouths don't get fed (don't get fed) Closed mouths don't get fed (yeah) Just like horns do at halftime (pa-rum-pum-pum) Now I don't give a fuck about your old nigga, or your new nigga That ass mine (all mine) And don't nobody got to know But your

I want it, I want it, I want it I want it, you'll give it to me! Don't worry about a thing, fuck the world We just stay in bed all day Daddy got game, daddy brought it From Africa to LA I could be your daddy Make everything okay Shut the fuck up, be a

Music do music do And then it's reaching Inside you forever preaching Fuck you too Your screams will whisper A lonely life where no one understands you But don't give up because the music do Because the music do Hang on you

Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody

Give it to me right now But the devil said that he want my soul I’m a dirty mothafucka, a waste of life A waste of skin Wanna repent, don’t know where to begin Next of kin don’t give a damn 'bout me I know God don’t give a damn 'bout me People try but

Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go Gotta let me go, gotta let it go Always fuck fuckin' with my head now Shut your mouth 'cause you're talking too much And I don't give a fuck anyway And I don't give a damn anyway You always seem to be

Do you wanna fuck? Do you wanna fuck? What's your interest are? Who you be with? I don't really give a what! What I need to know is Can I ask a question? Can you keep a secret? Do you wanna uh? Do you wanna uh? What are the odds we'd even meet? What does

'Cause I don't give a fuck hoe, fuck hoe, fuck hoe I might be around squirrels 'cause a nigga is a nut, hoe Cutthroat, cutthroat, cutthroat They be on my nuts though, nuts though, nuts though Round one, fight The Pharmacy Like a tongue, bitch I'm looking

I go broke rob fools for their jewelry Stick yo hand up like you guilty Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be So don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me So don't come to LA Don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me I don't give a fuck who you