Songtext:
feat. Silkk Leuchtfolien Bergisch Gladbach [Master P *talking*] (oh ooh) don't be scared haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh) ... til I D-I-E C-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!) (oh ooh)
[Master P] Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh) We gon get this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh) We got this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up kindergeburtstag schatzsuche say - I don't give fuck nigga, he don't give a fuck nigga She don't give a fuck, we gon tear the club up say - I don't give a fuck nigga, they don't give a fuck nigga We don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
[Master P] I was born to be a hustler, they labeled me a dealer Say I grew up to be a killer, like my daddy Percy Miller Me and Cleo smoking weed, say the whole family cursed me C-Murder innocent, (ughh) but these niggas wanna see him hurt So fuck y'all Crease, he just wanna be famous He mad 'cause he dough and we some rich entertainers Weihnachtsfeier Köln So represent yo hood, we back on the grind We gon get this bitch crunked like it's 1999 So holla at me, whody, he's the one who b's Trow ya middlefingers up to the ponk police Than pass me the gumble, (oh ooh) We gon get it to the flo I ain't Lil Jon but I make them hoes +Get Low+ And make them thugs say fuck y'all, ain't we gon touch y'all I'm just a predator that straight gon cut y'all Grab it - than take me to the booth tell the DJ to play this 'cause he fucking with my lout
Niembaum [Chorus] Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Thai Massage Scottsdale Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up
[Master P] So duck down, nigga, y'all ready be ready Me and Silkk come to this bitch, like Jason and Freddy Look at what y'all did, I was trying to be good Y'all made me leave the hills and come back to the woods I'ma blaze like Derreck Anderson, turn green like a hawk Wild out in the club and make a nigga pop that crunk I'm a No Limit Soldier, the party is in the crew They may take my gold tooth but they can't fuck with my tattoos Adventskalender basteln I got a good heart, some bad friends, thats why we grap ten But a nigga ain't scared to die, do life in the pen Real niggas don't change when they hit the fucking block Nigga, free C-Murder, come back so I got ya I'ma ride with my niggas, I'ma die with my niggas I ain't roll I light em, so I'ma get high with my niggas And my cousin came home from jail, man, that boy say he changed He a motherfucking liar, heard he rollin with the Feds
[Chorus] Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up
[Silkk] Say you, whody, naw nigga I ain't talk on rap Bring it to ya crip, let him live let him talk about that I'd rather turn my back on em, than get the gat for em I got the game all twisted, nigga, lets twist it back for ya They label me a gangsta, thats how I was, thats how I will be And it's simple, I can't let no bitch nigga kill me For real, P - Fo real we Live a hell of a life-style but we still creep Got a couple niggas go, but we still deep Now I got a movie for y'all niggas, who like to act I'm great with my hands, I'm like Roy Jones with a gat I'm real a - great hussler, I'm a hyke with rap (Master P: Nigga, we going triple platinum) Treu, I'ma aight with that Been in the east and the west, laid back with the players (...) and P.Miller jump off all type of flavours You know - yeah, I turn my back to them haters I got a lot to say to them fake pigeons, but I get back to em later Now I just - gotta be real with it, left the project but I still visit Fuck rappers that wanna fuck with my cousin, he still can get it So don't make me have to touch you - cut your five fingers off Four I gotta keep the middle, now tell em "fuck you" And scream (oh ooh) if you know you the hardest If I ain't the one fighting, I'm just trying to get the fight started
[Chorus] Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up
Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up
