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featuring Kam
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They don't give a fuck
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So I don't give a fuck
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Makes me wanna holler
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Throw up both my hands
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Movin through the L.A. streets with the homeboys
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Dippin in the toy havin _Chips Ahoy_
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Cookies and these rookies still can't see us
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A lotta people wanna be us cause we's the O.G.'es
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Real Eastside riders from the hood
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And I wish niggas would
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Come at me like it's all good
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If y'all could you'd probably do the same thing
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Rap, sling dope, pimp hoes, or gangbang
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And it's a goddamn shame, but
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Now the babies is the ones blued down and flamed up
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Saggin with they neighborhood flag inside they pockets
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Think they ain't? They even spraypaint the sprockets
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On they bike, yellin, "What that Eastside like?"
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Gettin high in the bleachers while the teachers on strike
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Books collect dust on they shelf
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Parents either dead or gone, so they raise theyself
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But who cares
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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Some talk about killin, some hear about it, some do it
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Some can't handle it, and others just numb to it
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You think we got problems? They the ones
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Cause kids is havin kids, and kids is havin guns
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Ask yours daughters and sons what they learnin in school
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And watch em look at you like you a fool
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All they learn is how to smoke a bidi
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How to do a tatoo use a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffiti
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The tv and the radio is raisin em
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Parents hold your breath, cause death ain't even fazin em
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A single mother out workin like a slave
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Ain't no homecooked meal, just a microwave
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Oven, what happened to the lovin?
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Good taste done been replaced by pushin, and shovin
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It all started at home with the family
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Now we can't save em, or can we?
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Who cares
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Makes me wanna holler
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Throw up both my hands
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They don't give a fuck
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So I don't give a fuck
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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Don't nobody care what happen to us
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Except God Almighty, in whom we trust
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I bust rhymes like these for a reason
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Cause for everything up under the sun it's a season
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To live and die, laugh and cry
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Everybody knows shit happens, but nobody knows why
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And they don't even try to learn
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By lettin the 5 Percent teach em, it's like they rather burn
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And for niggas just to turn they life around and chill
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It's harder to save, than it is to kill
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As we spill each other blood in the streets
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I see yellow tape and wonder who that is up under the sheet
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Another child just got shot down
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Now what's the chances that they not black and not brown?
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A lotta people crowd around cause they feel they got to stop and stare
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But they don't really care
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Makes me wanna holler
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Throw up both my hands
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They don't give a fuck
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So I don't give a fuck
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Who Cares
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DJ Pooh |