[Chorus]
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I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody
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I don't care about nobody, that don't care about me
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I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody
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I don't care about nobody, I just care about me
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[Suga Free]
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Ay pimpin, this for that trick mayne
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Yeah, the one that laughed at me when I
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told 'em God was sendin me a boat, but then he cried when DJ Quik came
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A day in the life of a playa name Free
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when John Mayer told the world he didn't CARE for me
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But look at Obama in the office for the get back, mayne
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I believe in takin, go to school and GET that game
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Dark brown Cognac to the head
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You cain't tell me shit, nigga Michael Jackson dead (Ooh girl!)
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I only shed my tears when I'm listenin to "Off the Wall"
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That medicine didn't kill 'em -- y'all did (Ooooh girl!)
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'cause y'all talked about 'em like a dog!
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No, I ain't pickin up no girl for no security, Jack
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Didn't Paris Hilton finally get her jewelry back?
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And Tiger Woods needs some back-up
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Boy, don'tchu (EVER) apoligize to no prostitute
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Now hit the green and tee THAT up!
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But let a mack get 'er; 'member that sex scene on "Baby Boy"?
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I woulda fucked them hoes just like {?}
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Now I'ma kiss the ground like a 747 stall
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'cause success is the greatest revenge, but it's gon' [brake noise]
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(It's gon' handle what's right, so {?} certificate
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then you better believe in meeeeeee)
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Yeah, so rack 'em up (rack 'em)
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Yeah, Suga Free the P, man
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Pomona style, man have them niggaz crackin up!
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So don't rush me [in faux Spanish accent]
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I don't dr-r-ink alcohol, but when I do dr-r-ink I prefer Dos Equis
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[Chorus 2: Repeat 2X]
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I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody
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I don't care about nobody, I just care about me
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[DJ Quik]
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Now my life, is backstage, wristbands, flashlights
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then, do the same thing we did last night - JAM
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I'm retro Nickelodeon, I'm still (All That)
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I even rock my mane just like Mike Jack (Hooooo!)
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Addicted to the night life just like crack
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But in the black Mercedes with the ladies in the back
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I like to make you brick, it's what makes me tick
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The way the team decided by just one kick
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Now do the grand slam, damn
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Take you back so far, I gotchu flyin Pan Am
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I get the club packed tight like canned ham
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Sealin all your artists, now pass your exam
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Or get down or gon' get it knit up
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I got a Quincy Jones in my bones, genes split-up
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DJ Quiksta in the center like a pent-up
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And I don't break down - I been up
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[Chorus 3: Repeat 4X]
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I don't need nobody
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I don't want nobody
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I don't care about nobody, that don't care about me
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Nobody
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| DJ Quik |
