Текст песни The Roots - I Don`t Care
The Roots - I Don`t Care слова песни
[Chorus: sung 2X]I don`t care, as long as the bassline`s pumpinThe drumline bangin awayMake one move and I`ll blow you awayOne false move and I`ll blow you away[Black Thought]Yo - I don`t really know but somebody saidthat the O.G. flow, it could fuck witcha headAnd the po-lice know that the green black and redtoo strong to con-trol, they study what I saidDig it - my name is `Riq, and when I`m on the micI`m known to spit somethin that these MC`s hateI couldn`t care less what you feel what you sayCause I gotta put it to you in my own special way - I`m a MONSTER!You know I`m certified sickI came from the corner where nobody got shitTook the cards I was dealt, turned it into hot spitNow I`m not only a passenger, I`m in the cockpitBeen a long time comin, I was caught in the scrambleof cats, tryin to do the same thing that they man doEagles born to fly, real is made to ramble"A Dangerous Mind," I`m a prime example[Chorus][Black Thought]Superfans wanna run up on me sparkin the ground upYou need to fall back, could be NARC`s around usYou in a hot area for marchin powderIf you holdin chowder, just walk without itThem real crook brothers don`t talk about itThey never make a move `til they thought shit out kidI knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhemThey made a lot of money, they money never made themThe game of survival is filled with rivalsKnives and fo`-five slugs flyin in spiralsThe wicked is diseased and it ain`t all viralCould be greed and gluttony bubblin inside youDawg, follow your pride, the rhythm`ll guide youYo, follow them guys, them niggaz`ll rob youAnd have you up in somethin that dont` really involve youBut you don`t give a fuck you wanna pump the volume, I know[Chorus][Black Thought]Yo, aiyyo the waistline thumpin, the face kinda jumpin the gameLookin sweeter than a bassline bumpinDon`t come `round me sparks and waste time frontinThem trick ass marks`ll get the eight-five dumpinIt ain`t really bout nothin - Philly just love cuttinThey shut shit down before the law start shuttinGet your route right cousin - be out nightclubbin relaxedAnd wanna get lights out tonight brother, perhapsIt`s the percussion that keeps shit, kineticFor some it ain`t as fame, more sweet the street creditSome cats that play dirty didn`t live, to regret itBut move to the music he can live through the recordI`m a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme sayerIt`s Black Ink back gettin cake by the layerby the stack, comin at us, get your weight right yeahIf not, you makin a mistake right there, f`real[Chorus] - 2X