I Don't Care chords by Tha Dogg Pound
Intro 1
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Workin' at Lucky's, tryin' to get
Verse 1
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paid the right way
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But somehow the right way don't pay
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I'm comin' home late every night,
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got a strugglin' fight
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With the bass heads on
the late -night hype
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Tryin' to creep in the house,
do the cut for what?
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So I won't be seen by
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none of the homies
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But the homie laid all spots for me
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And said, yo, what's happenin'?
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No, you don't owe me no more,
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went past me to Saturn
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I said, aw, naw, it ain't like that,
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I'm tryin' to go straight
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and have a J .O .B.
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You need to quit that faggot -ass job,
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that's what he said
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Show me his grip
and took some satin to the head
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Him, that nigga had at least two jeans
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And he was clockin',
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it was so much ease
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I told him I was gone,
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so I'm headed in the house
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Everybody knocked out, so I'm locked out
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I go back to the front
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where my homies is hangin' at
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They offer me a cavvy sack
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so I can start slayin' that
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They say, ain't no hustler,
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I say, don't doubt it
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Hold that thought and I'll
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think about it
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I've been dreaming too long
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The thought's complete
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so let me take a seat
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Since I was born and raised on the streets
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I quit the job I had
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and copped myself a sack
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From a double of 50 into a C, no stack
Within a week, but my P wasn't rich
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I was gettin' too known
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on the north side of Long Beach
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Niggas got the trippin'
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and I thought I heard her
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So I went to the hood, on 20th and Murph
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I came up quick with some homies
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that I knew from way, way back
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And then my sec, my baby was seven
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Or was it 800 strong?
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In other words, Daz had it goin' on
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I bought myself a bucket,
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that's right, a bucket, bitch
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Who you fuckin'? My car or my dick?
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My lifestyle switched a bit,
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but my attitude didn't
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And I told all my old bitches
good riddance
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Cause when you got money,
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hoes come automatically
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And old hoes don't do nothing
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but cause some static, see
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I went from caggis to gas brains to a fade
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I'm not special ed, but I had it made
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Livin' the life, but we ballin' carefree
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Had bitches dyin' to sleep with me,
you see
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But I went bankrupt
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from all the spendin' and gamblin'
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Business was gettin' slow,
and I wasn't handlin'
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Mind the way that I was supposed to
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Now I'm broken on the
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JAG mission,
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so don't get close to
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The DPG gang, cause we scan this one, we broke,
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we get the gongs in this game,
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we get to acting like sluts
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You've been too long, too long,
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too long
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You've too long, too long, too long,
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too long
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This night I had a dream,
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felt so good, it had to be
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Me and my homies were getting paid,
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man I'm glad we had it made
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Some homies wanna roll with me,
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some homies claim insanity
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Damn,
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I can't believe this,
but you can best believe this
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Damn, I'm on another
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mission to get paid
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Serve what I can serve, right?
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So my pockets will stack up
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Nigga, don't trip, nigga, back up, hold up
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I gots to react off the first
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impulse I find
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But my momma thinks I should
take my time
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And work for mines
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But how much work would it take?
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And how much money would I make,
wait?
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There's something that
I gotta think about
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But I ain't got that much time,
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minds when a nigga out the house
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I ain't gettin' no younger,
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I'm only gettin' older
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I'm only thinkin' bout
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what my momma told me
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Now I'm a dog pound
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gangster for life
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And the fact that I'm out to get paid twice
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I ain't nothin' nice,
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got no slang to pull a heist
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Jack, I break mother
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fuckers on the dice,
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that's real
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Now what should I do, just chill
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When it's time to peel caps
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and adapt to kill
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Unconceal to conceal,
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so I maintain folded salary
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And my mentality's raw from the dope
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I go hard from the dope,
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up against all odds
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Always down to squab,
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dog pound for live
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I sur vive to 95 day after day
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Making hits with DAZ to get
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paid
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I'm feeling too low, I'm feeling too
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low
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I can't take it to the lim it, no
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I can't take the limit, no
Outro 1
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I Don't Care
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