We Don't Care

Def Squad, J. Bleezy!

Ha, com-bust-ya-ble, huh.. (AOWWWWW!)

[Verse One]

It's Erick, I'm back again, full fledged

American flag in here so y'all pledge

A few of y'all sold some albums, yeah congrats

The game in trouble, I must rescue rap

Yo, I'm a hero! Sometimes

I feel the same way like the folks involved with Ground Zero

And somebody owe me boy, I'm dead serious

This year my Squad better blow to oblivious

Yo, did you lose weight? Yeah, I got stamina

Profile me like this and hold the camera

I'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 Rock

I rock the house, like I'm RUN!!

Rap conniseur, I rock Sean John velour

B-boy stance and that's hardcore

E-Dub, real name, no gimmicks

Your style is over, finito, finished!

You a parasite, type lyrical germ

You 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 yeah

Oh yeah, throw your hands in the air

Oh yeah, cause

[Verse Two]

Yeah, I got a track record, I spit fouls

E don't stop, keep it grinding (GRIND-ING!) puts it down fo' sho'

My figgedy flow is sick siggedy yo

Watch me biggedy blow, and y'all niggedy know

It's Def Squeezy, thirteen years in rap

And now it's easy, I do things to please me

YO - I come through so crazy

I'm a "Stun'na," like M. Fresh and Baby

Got more toys than Kay*Bee, me and my yung'uns

"Slow Down," before you receive a summons

and get hit for speeding; I break a switch off a tree

You catch a beating for y'all misleading (yeah!)

Shame on you, when you step to, huh

The Green Eyed Bandit, smile you on candid

Rob J. Timberlake, I got Janet

I'm "In Control" now - OHH WOW!

Yeah cause that's how it is, and that's how I'm livin

I bring turmoil like Mike and Robin Givens

And watch me go off a-go off

A yes yes y'all, and show off and show off, and yes

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

Sermon, the word I preach to ya

Control the airwaves so it can reach to ya

The underground of rap ring, I'm David Tua

The one round knockout, your eyeballs pop out

High school dropout, I'm not gon' cop out

I did the rhymin thing and now a truck I hop out

"Fiesta," I'm down with R. Kelly shit

I'm "Supa Dupa Fly," Missy Elliott

I stay focused, keep the same cycle

Do me, proceed to rock the world like Michael

Without Chris Tucker, with no Marlon Brando

Just give enough for J-Lo to handle

So scream at me, holla, smoke signals

Morse code, try a 2-way, or telephone

And I give it to ya, all day in street

Two 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..