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I Don’t Give A Fuck (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I don’t give a fuck
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I’m in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he’s jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life ‘G’
Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don’t wanna stop at the brother man
But then they’ll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin’ dope man
The Grammy’s and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can’t understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they’re be days like this
But I’m pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain’t goin’ nowhere no how
What you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal
Cuz this is the day we make ‘em pay
Fuck bailin’ hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There’ll be another nigga bigger
from the mutha-fuckin’ underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin’ tick and I’m sick of the bullshit
You’re watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn’t last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who’s that behind the trigger?
Who’d do yah figure!?
A mutha-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don’t give a fuck

Niggas!, isn’t just the blacks
also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who’s the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin’ nigga and a beat walkin’ nigga with a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
And that’s just his luck
Cause a nigga like me
don’t really give a fuck

Walked in the store what’s everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain’t this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who’s the mac in fact who’s the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he’s getting over
I bust a move as smooth as casanova
And count another quick meal
I’m getting paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you’ll find a rhyme
AS strong as a fuckin’ nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let’s put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he’s done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don’t give a fuck

They just don’t give a fuck

I gotta give my fuck offs

Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department
Fuck you to the F.B.I
Fuck you to the C.I.A
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas
And fuck yah
Fuck Y’all
Punk gay s

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I Don’t Give A Fuck (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão


Chorus (nature and woman)

W: i don’t give a fuck about your girlfriends
N: i don’t give a fuck about your man boo
W: i don’t give a fuck about your friends
N: and your friends ain’t shit, and sometimes i can’t understand you
N: i don’t even know why you page me
W: i don’t even know if i can trust you
N: yo, is you jumpin’ it off?
W: is you jumpin’ it off?
N: if not then keepin’ movin’ bitch, fuck you

Verse 1:
I got a whole ‘lotta problems that i gotta resolve
Like 4 in the mornin’ i get anonymous calls
They let it ring once, they let it ring twice
Damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain’t right
Cussin’ like a sailor, fuckin’ in trailors
Photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer
Shouldn’t have did it boo, you shouldn’t have did it boo
Now you forgettin’ exactly how many niggas you did it too
Cut you off, shit’s critical, gimme my space
I admit, i was the one that made the silly mistakes
The fifty state roamer
Had to throw the fake on her
Heavyweight, ringside seats in nate’s corner
Wait for her, it might take days
But back home’s where the fight takes place
Punches and scratches
Headlocks and hatchets
Screamin’ at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin’
Comin’ at ya, whats up with that shit?

Chorus

Verse 2:
Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse
Engagement, marriage, then divorce
Devellish acts, sinnin’ thoughts
Secrets bein’ spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk
I try to keep her close by, don’t mind lettin’ go
Let her know who the fuck she wit’
Like any man unless he’s whipped
A messy script leads to domestic disputes
All your friends gettin’ caught in our beef ‘cause they thought it was
Cute
Dressin’ in suits, i used to get you from work
Checked your feelings, even flipped on you first
Stripped down your purse
One night i found your phonebook
Hidin’ spots, look in all the places you thought i won’t look
Never said shit, but dead shit immediate
Ripped out the numbers that i needed to rip
Heated quick, did what i had to do
Sat her down, she flipped it around, looked in my eyes and quickly
Caught this attitude.

Chorus

Verse 3:
Some nights you might talk in your sleep, pig latin
Drunk, the next mornin’ actin’ like i didn’t happen
Should i cheat? give me reasonable doubt
Is the next man trickin’ on you? huh? is he eatin’ you out?
You’re poppin’ up with mysterious gifts
When i ask you just laugh, brushin’ off the seriousness
There’s nothin’ worse than a curious bitch
With some nosey friends
Six deep in a old bm
Pushin’ it to the limit
Ripped up seats with cushion in it
Change on the rug
She give brains to all the thugs
While she drives, somethin’ called dangerous love
Got a airbag on both sides, no lie
Doin’ shit the average hoes don’t try
Wanna know why i’ll never leave you?
You’re intelligent, young, and evil
The definition of a real bitch, some’ll g you
Come and see you like "next!"
Right after their ex.

Chorus ‘till fade

I Don’t Give A Fuck (Letra)

Tupac

Tupac

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Lil’ Jon] okay….okay….okay….okay….okay….okay…..WHAAA!! OKAY!!

[Chorus (Lil’ Jon & The Eastside Boys)]
You ride up to the club nigga, I don’t give a fuck!
Sit yo’ ass in the club bitch, I don’t give a fuck!
Drinkin’ Cris in the V.I., I don’t give a fuck!
Talkin’ shit ‘bout me bitch I don’t give a fuck!
You gotta pocket fulla money nigga, I don’t give a fuck!
You drinkin’ off with them ho’s bitch I don’t give a fuck!
In the club wit yo’ pussy click, I don’t give a fuck!
Security on my dick bitch, I don’t give a fuck!

[Verse 1 – Lil’ Jon]
Drop dem bow’s on dem muthafuckin’ pussy ass niggas,
Drop dem bow’s on dem muthafuckin’ pussy ass niggas,
I got that Eastside wit me, I don’t give a fuck!
Got that Westside wit me, I don’t give a fuck!
Drop dem bow’s on dem muthafuckin’ pussy ass niggas,
Drop dem bow’s on dem muthafuckin’ pussy ass niggas,
I got that Northside wit me, I don’t give a fuck!
I got that Southside wit me, I don’t give a fuck!
We rollin’ deep in this bitch so fuck y’all niggas,
We rollin’ deep in this bitch so fuck y’all niggas,
I got that dirty south wit me, I don’t give a fuck!
I got that midwest wit me, I don’t give a fuck!
If security step up we’ll crush dem niggas,
If security step up we’ll crush dem niggas,
I got that east coast wit me, I don’t give a fuck!
I got that west coast with me, I don’t give a fuck!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 – Mystikal]
Man (Man) I do this in spite, my mom ain’t married, bitch I’m a bastard!
Nigga I fuck over me, you know what I do to these rappers?
They come in here huffin’ and puffin’ and screamin’ and cussin’ and bustin’ me first
Nigga you betta calm yo’ ass down unless you excited to see me in person,
I’m rollin’ with thugs and (?) ughhh, that’s cuz it’s on killaz,
We gon’ teach you ol’ punk ass niggas to respect our power it figures,
Throw one of a kind boy when we be pourin’ up in the club,
You’re going down boy too bad fuck, we’re sorry for ya,
Listen let’s not to get shook,
But I ain’t the one to come lookin’,
Cuz all I can tell the police is, I am not a crook,
I fuck big fine bitches, my dick get hard, watch it grow,
Then gimme fine head, blow my shotgun, tastes good don’t it,
Now tell me that ain’t the life,
Tellin’ me my niggas ain’t for life,
Now tell me that shit ain’t tight,
Tell me that y’all wanna be just like me,
I beat these bitches down, I watch these powers up,
Nigga you talkin’ shit (huh?!) Ho you better POWER UP!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 – Krayzie Bone]
Y’all niggas ain’t ready for this,
Muthafuckas ain’t steady for this,
Cuz y’all still ain’t learn,
Nigga got a 4-4 cocked, In a flick so hot make a muthafucka feel that burn,
Niggas ain’t workin’ wit an earn,
You stay up off my dick don’t back talk my nigga finna’ get up in ‘em,
Back up off of this nigga, the one nigga that fucked up they set up the talkin’,
Barkin’ betta block ‘em off the nigga talkin, sparkin’,
Betta watch and dodge and nevermind me call it,
Where da thugs at up in this bitch,
Fuck a nigga up y’all represent,
Gimme some gin, gimme some hen,
Naw just gimme both and I’ll mix it all in,
Who wanna take a lil’ sip of this in,
Let me get ya twisted man,
We’s on fire,
Don’t stop droppin’ dem that’s a lie,
We just won’t die,
We come back fightin’ and never hide it or ever this time,
We feelin’ this rhyme,
So any nigga wanna get involved, what you think you can fuck wit my dogs?,
Nigga you thinkin’ you rubbin’ us while we’re thuggin this,
Did you think you can fuck wit us, BONE, BONE-BONE-BONE-BONE,
You ready to do this the hell with the song,
We ain’t gotta tell you it’s on,
You know it’s poppin’ the glock to put a stop to the ho shit,
Y’all still can’t fuck wit us and never will because,
We too fuckin’ cold, too fuckin bold,
Now tell me these sons is ready to roll with them god damn Bone’s,

[Chorus]