featuring Kam





They don't give a fuck

So I don't give a fuck



Makes me wanna holler

Throw up both my hands



[ VERSE 1 ]

Movin through the L.A. streets with the homeboys

Dippin in the toy havin _Chips Ahoy_

Cookies and these rookies still can't see us

A lotta people wanna be us cause we's the O.G.'es

Real Eastside riders from the hood

And I wish niggas would

Come at me like it's all good

If y'all could you'd probably do the same thing

Rap, sling dope, pimp hoes, or gangbang

And it's a goddamn shame, but

Now the babies is the ones blued down and flamed up

Saggin with they neighborhood flag inside they pockets

Think they ain't? They even spraypaint the sprockets

On they bike, yellin, "What that Eastside like?"

Gettin high in the bleachers while the teachers on strike

Books collect dust on they shelf

Parents either dead or gone, so they raise theyself

But who cares



[ VERSE 2 ]

Some talk about killin, some hear about it, some do it

Some can't handle it, and others just numb to it

You think we got problems? They the ones

Cause kids is havin kids, and kids is havin guns

Ask yours daughters and sons what they learnin in school

And watch em look at you like you a fool

All they learn is how to smoke a bidi

How to do a tatoo use a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffiti

The tv and the radio is raisin em

Parents hold your breath, cause death ain't even fazin em

A single mother out workin like a slave

Ain't no homecooked meal, just a microwave

Oven, what happened to the lovin?

Good taste done been replaced by pushin, and shovin

It all started at home with the family

Now we can't save em, or can we?

Who cares



Makes me wanna holler

Throw up both my hands



They don't give a fuck

So I don't give a fuck



[ VERSE 2 ]

Don't nobody care what happen to us

Except God Almighty, in whom we trust

I bust rhymes like these for a reason

Cause for everything up under the sun it's a season

To live and die, laugh and cry

Everybody knows shit happens, but nobody knows why

And they don't even try to learn

By lettin the 5 Percent teach em, it's like they rather burn

And for niggas just to turn they life around and chill

It's harder to save, than it is to kill

As we spill each other blood in the streets

I see yellow tape and wonder who that is up under the sheet

Another child just got shot down

Now what's the chances that they not black and not brown?

A lotta people crowd around cause they feel they got to stop and stare

But they don't really care



Makes me wanna holler

Throw up both my hands



They don't give a fuck

So I don't give a fuck