[Big Mal singing/Doobie Smoov talking]

[Chorus:Big Mal rp3x]

I Don't Give A Fuck

About none of you hoes

None of you hoes

None of you hoes

[Verse one:2Phace]

See I was born in the ghetto

Hustled and played in the gutter

Religise resently was spoon fed to

Me and my brother I tryed

To follow the guide lines be slick

And hide mine but due to the increase

In the snitch rate I'm still fallin

On sidelines see I got 200-hoes

And dont give a fuck about naan one

Of e'm at an any given time

I'll get my last dime from Marijuana

Ain't a damn thing changed I still shake

The dice called life but I stay away

From snake eyed niggas thats tryna play

The game shiest if I get a Suburban

He gon' say he gotta Excursion

And if I play cardiyah then he gon' say

He icebergin you gon' get what you deservin

Fuckin around wit Mr. 2

You can bite my dick and piss on yo shoes

Is what I'm fixin to do

Put a exlax in yo yahoo make you shit

In yo Fubu since I dont give a fuck

I'll stick dick to yo wife and make her

Go coo-coo thats how I do

I'm about my riches fuck the snitches

If you got my last CD you should know

I had all you bitches cause

[Chorus:Big Mal rp3x]

[Verse Two:Doobie Smoov]

I kinda feel like niggas ain't playa

No mo I see the plex

In effect soon as I hit the doe

Pimpin ain't easy believe me

When it come to fuckin yella bones

You can't see me I put that on the grill

And the slab I'm given less then a fuck

I'm smokin octimo's poin out the 4's

Hollerin at the hoes wit that nigga 2Phace

Tekela shots straight with the lemon chase

Listen mothafucker it gets no rougher

Hatas get bounce like Trigger man and T-tucker

These busters got they name in they mouth

Like gold grill pop a pill smokin sweets

In my automobile oh yes I'm still the real deal

Showin hell of a skill workin the mic

Like wood wheel southside niggas feel this

I'm sayin one for you hoes,two for you snitches

Three for you niggas out here actin like bitches

[Chorus:Big Mal rp3x]

[Big Mal]

Look at the yella bone

Exquisit to her thighs

She shakin it move away in

A thong thong thong

She freakin Big Mal from

Straight from his head to his toes

I dont,you dont give a fuck hoes

Look at the yella bone

Exquisit to her thighs

She shakin it move away in

A thong thong thong

She freakin the click

Straight from they head to they toes

You dont give,we dont give a fuck about hoes

[Verse Three:Doobie Smoov/2Phace]

Where the real playas at?

Where the real playas at?

Where the silk sachi shirt piece

And chains and dolb hats

Ball bats get smoked on hoes get poked

On we the typa niggas that you gotta

Call them folks on

No slow songs unless its watts

Or screwed up I treat hoes like callin cards

Talk to them till' they used up

You know me I'm sippin syrup and a blunt nigga

Not the type to stunt nigga

Pull a hundred hoes a month nigga

[Chorus:Big Mal rp3x]