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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mystikal
Mystikal
Stimme und Gesang
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone
Stimme und Gesang
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Stimme und Gesang
Big Sam
Big Sam
Stimme und Gesang
Lil' Bo
Lil' Bo
Stimme und Gesang
L-Roc
L-Roc
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Anthony Henderson
Anthony Henderson
Songwriter:in
James Phillips
James Phillips
Songwriter:in
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Songwriter:in
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Songwriter:in
Sammie Norris
Sammie Norris
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jan Nerud
Jan Nerud
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brett Liebermann
Brett Liebermann
Ingenieur:in
John Frye
John Frye
Mischtechniker:in
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Produzent:in
Rick Taylor
Rick Taylor
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay (What?)
[Verse 2]
You ride up to the club, ****
I don't give a...fuck
Shakin' yo ' ass in the club, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
Drinkin' Cris' in the V.I.
I don't give a...fuck
Talkin' shit 'bout me, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
[Verse 3]
You got a pocket full of money, ****
I don't give a...fuck
You drinkin' off wit' them hoes, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
In the club wit' yo' pussy clique
I don't give a...fuck
Security on my dick, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
[Verse 4]
Drop them bows on them muthafuckin' pussy-ass ****
Drop them bows on them muthafuckin' pussy-ass ****
I got that east side wit' me
I don't give a...fuck
Got that west side wit' me
I don't give a...fuck
[Verse 5]
Drop them bows on them muthafuckin' pussy-ass ****
Drop them bows on them muthafuckin' pussy-ass ****
I got that north side wit' me
I don't give a...fuck
Got that south side wit' me
I don't give a...fuck
[Verse 6]
We rollin' deep in this bitch, so fuck y'all ****
We rollin' deep in this bitch, so fuck y'all ****
I got that dirty south wit' me
I don't give a...fuck
I got that midwest wit' me
I don't give a...fuck
[Verse 7]
If security step up, we'll crush them ****
If security step up, we'll crush them ****
I got that east coast wit' me
I don't give a...fuck
I got that west coast wit' me
I don't give a...fuck
[Verse 8]
You ride up to the club, ****
I don't give a...fuck
Shakin' yo ' ass in the club, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
Drinkin' Cris' in the V.I.
I don't give a...fuck
Talkin' shit 'bout me, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
[Verse 9]
You got a pocket full of money, ****
I don't give a...fuck
You drinkin' off wit' them hoes, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
In the club wit' yo' pussy clique
I don't give a...fuck
Security on my dick, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
[Verse 10]
Man, Ā don't touch a bitch up on spice
My mom ain't married, bitch, I'm a bastard
****, aight, fuck over me
You know what I do to these rappers
They come in here huffin' and puffin'
And screamin' and cussin'
They bustin' they verses
****, you better calm yo' ass down
'Less you excited to see me in person
I'm rollin' wit' thugs and felons
Uh, that's 'cause it's on, killas
We gon' teach you old punk ass ****
To respect us authority figures
Don't grind my kind, boy
When be pourin' up in the club
You goin' down, boy
Too bad, fuck you, sorry for you
[Verse 11]
And that's when that spot get shook
But I ain't the one to come look
'Cause all I can tell the police is
"I am not a crook"
I fuck big, fine bitches
My dick get hard, watch it grow
They gimme fire head
And blow my shotgun
The good, good dome
Now, tell me that ain't the life
Tell me, me and my **** ain't for life
Now tell me that shit ain't tight
Tell me that y'all want be just like me
I beat these bitches down
I wash these cowards up
****, you talkin' shit?
Ho, you tryna power up
[Verse 12]
You ride up to the club, ****
I don't give a...fuck
Shakin' yo ' ass in the club, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
Drinkin' Cris' in the V.I.
I don't give a...fuck
Talkin' shit 'bout me, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
[Verse 13]
You got a pocket full of money, ****
I don't give a...fuck
You drinkin' off wit' them hoes, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
In the club wit' yo' pussy clique
I don't give a...fuck
Security on my dick, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
[Verse 14]
Y'all **** ain't ready for this
Motherfuckers ain't study for this
'Cause y'all still ain't learn
**** got a 4-4 cock and the floor so hot
Make a muthafucka feel that burn
**** say, "Word, man where the herb?"
Just get up off my dick, don't backtalk
My **** finna get up in 'em
Back up off of this
****, don't wanna get fucked up?
Then shut up the talkin'
Barkin', better bark it, mark it
**** talkin', sparkin'
Better watch it, dodge it
Never mind, he caught it
[Verse 15]
Where the thugs at up in this bitch?
Fuck a **** up, y'all represent
Gimme some gin, gimme some Hen'
Nah, just gimme both and I'll mix it all in
Who wanna take a lil' sip of this sin?
Lemme get you twisted, man
**** on fire, don't stop droppin' 'em
That's a lie, we just gon' drive
We come back flyer than ever
Higher than ever
This time with venomous rhymes
[Verse 16]
So any **** wanna get involved
What you think, you can fuck wit' my dogs?
****, you thinkin' you ruffle us down
Let's thug it up
Did you think you can fuck wit' us?
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
You ready to do this, to hell wit' the song
We ain't to tell you it's on
You know this
Poppin' the glock, put a stop to the ho shit
Y'all still can't fuck wit' us
And never will because
We too fuckin' cold, too fuckin' bold
Got too many soldiers ready to roll
For them goddamn bones
[Verse 17]
You ride up to the club, ****
I don't give a...fuck
Shakin' yo ' ass in the club, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
Drinkin' Cris' in the V.I.
I don't give a...fuck
Talkin' shit 'bout me, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
[Verse 18]
You got a pocket full of money, ****
I don't give a...fuck
You drinkin' off wit' them hoes, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
In the club wit' yo' pussy clique
I don't give a...fuck
Security on my dick, bitch
I don't give a...fuck
What?
Written by: Michael Lawrence Tyler, Craig Stephen Lawson
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