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Текст песни Erick Sermon - We Don`t Care

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Def Squad, J. Bleezy!Ha, com-bust-ya-ble, huh.. (AOWWWWW!)[Verse One]It`s Erick, I`m back again, full fledgedAmerican flag in here so y`all pledgeA few of y`all sold some albums, yeah congratsThe game in trouble, I must rescue rapYo, I`m a hero! SometimesI feel the same way like the folks involved with Ground ZeroAnd somebody owe me boy, I`m dead seriousThis year my Squad better blow to obliviousYo, did you lose weight? Yeah, I got staminaProfile me like this and hold the cameraI`m alone, so what y`all want do?Take over your faciliy like I`m +John Q+I rock mics, I Chris Rock, I Kid RockI rock the house, like I`m RUN!!Rap conniseur, I rock Sean John velourB-boy stance and that`s hardcoreE-Dub, real name, no gimmicksYour style is over, finito, finished!You a parasite, type lyrical germYou a sucker MC in layman terms, and[Chorus 2X: Def Squad]We don`t care nuttin bout you!Yeah, we don`t care, we come up in the spot sayin oh yeahOh yeah, throw your hands in the airOh yeah, cause[Verse Two]Yeah, I got a track record, I spit foulsE don`t stop, keep it grinding (GRIND-ING!) puts it down fo` sho`My figgedy flow is sick siggedy yoWatch me biggedy blow, and y`all niggedy knowIt`s Def Squeezy, thirteen years in rapAnd now it`s easy, I do things to please meYO - I come through so crazyI`m a "Stun`na," like M. Fresh and BabyGot more toys than Kay*Bee, me and my yung`uns"Slow Down," before you receive a summonsand get hit for speeding; I break a switch off a treeYou catch a beating for y`all misleading (yeah!)Shame on you, when you step to, huhThe Green Eyed Bandit, smile you on candidRob J. Timberlake, I got JanetI`m "In Control" now - OHH WOW!Yeah cause that`s how it is, and that`s how I`m livinI bring turmoil like Mike and Robin GivensAnd watch me go off a-go offA yes yes y`all, and show off and show off, and yes[Chorus][Verse Three]Sermon, the word I preach to yaControl the airwaves so it can reach to yaThe underground of rap ring, I`m David TuaThe one round knockout, your eyeballs pop outHigh school dropout, I`m not gon` cop outI did the rhymin thing and now a truck I hop out"Fiesta," I`m down with R. Kelly shitI`m "Supa Dupa Fly," Missy ElliottI stay focused, keep the same cycleDo me, proceed to rock the world like MichaelWithout Chris Tucker, with no Marlon BrandoJust give enough for J-Lo to handleSo scream at me, holla, smoke signalsMorse code, try a 2-way, or telephoneAnd I give it to ya, all day in streetTwo turntables a mic and breakbeat, cause[Chorus][Redman]You got about five seconds to get to the dance floor!{*barking*} You got about, two more seconds to get to the dance floor..

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