I Don't Kare - Redman

Give it to me

Yo, give it to me

Yo, give it to me

Give it to me

Bitch give it to me

Yo, give it to me

Yo, nigga give me that cash

Bitch please

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

That shit

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 popping 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 six while I push a rented tempest

Rocking, hoe hopping, bumping lil' Kim shit

Ay yo, niggas popping shit red

I don’t care

Bitches say you don’t got money

I don’t care

Yo, nigga say he nicer than you

I don’t care

I’m knockin somebody right the fuck out

(I don’t care)

He got a big icy chain

I don’t care

He got a Benz and a range

I don’t care

His records get mad airplay

I don’t care

I’m knockin' somebody right the fuck out

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 bugging

Shit, I should be four mil' and better for that shit I’m unplugging

Doc rocked every corridor in Florida

Watch the formula pour sucker absorb it up

And while you foaming up from the two in your Nautica

I orchestrate the orchestra to orchestra

Never trust no bitch, map your click

She ain’t with it, call Tyrone to pack her shit

Funk doc, Goldeneye, Double o 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 the block blaow, all chicks I turn 'em out

Send their boyfriends back home, taking the garbage out

Ha ha, yo, I’m a sewer rat the tracks

With gnats 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 saying 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 double XL

Yo, niggaz say you ain’t shit

I don’t care

Yo bitches say you broke as fuck

I don’t care

Nigga say he better than you

I don’t care

I’m knockin' somebody right the fuck out

(I, I don’t care)

Yo yo, he got a lot of fucking ice

I don’t care

Yo, he got a Benz and a range

I don’t care

He get forty spins a day

I don’t care

I’m knockin' somebody right the fuck out

(I, I don’t care)

I don’t care

I’m knockin' somebody right the fuck out

(I, I don’t care)

I don’t care

I’m knockin' somebody right the fuck out

(I, I don’t care)

Yo, this time

Yeah