[Chorus: DJ Quik impersonating Suga Free]
I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody
I don't care about nobody, they don't care about me
I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody
I don't care about nobody, I just care about me
[Verse 1: Suga Free]
Ayy pimpin, this for that trick, mayne
Yeah, the one that laughed at me when I told 'em God was sendin' me a boat, but then he cried when DJ Quik came
A day in the life of a playa name Free
When John Mayer told the world he didn't CARE for me
But look at Obama in the office for the get back, mayne
I believe in takin', go to school and GET that game
Dark brown Cognac to the head
You can't tell me shit, nigga Michael Jackson dead
I'm holding back my tears when I'm listenin' to "Off the Wall"
That medicine didn't kill him, y'all did 'cause y'all talked about him like a dog
No, I ain't pickin' up no girl for no security, Jack
Didn't Paris Hilton finally get her jewelry back?
And Tiger Woods needs some back-up
Boy, don't you ever apologize to no prostitute, now hit the green and tee THAT up
But let a mack get her;
'member that sex scene on "Baby Boy"? I woulda fucked them hoes just like THAT
Now I'ma kiss the ground like a 747 stack
'Cause success is the greatest revenge, but it's gon' back
(It's gon' handle what's right, it's so certificate
Then you better believe in me)
Yeah, so rack 'em up
Yeah, Suga Free the P, man
Pomona style, man have them niggas crackin' up
So don't rush me
I don't drink alcohol, but when I do drink I prefer Dos Equis
I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody
I don't care about nobody, they don't care about me
I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody
I don't care about nobody, I just care about me
[Verse 1: Suga Free]
Ayy pimpin, this for that trick, mayne
Yeah, the one that laughed at me when I told 'em God was sendin' me a boat, but then he cried when DJ Quik came
A day in the life of a playa name Free
When John Mayer told the world he didn't CARE for me
But look at Obama in the office for the get back, mayne
I believe in takin', go to school and GET that game
Dark brown Cognac to the head
You can't tell me shit, nigga Michael Jackson dead
I'm holding back my tears when I'm listenin' to "Off the Wall"
That medicine didn't kill him, y'all did 'cause y'all talked about him like a dog
No, I ain't pickin' up no girl for no security, Jack
Didn't Paris Hilton finally get her jewelry back?
And Tiger Woods needs some back-up
Boy, don't you ever apologize to no prostitute, now hit the green and tee THAT up
But let a mack get her;
'member that sex scene on "Baby Boy"? I woulda fucked them hoes just like THAT
Now I'ma kiss the ground like a 747 stack
'Cause success is the greatest revenge, but it's gon' back
(It's gon' handle what's right, it's so certificate
Then you better believe in me)
Yeah, so rack 'em up
Yeah, Suga Free the P, man
Pomona style, man have them niggas crackin' up
So don't rush me
I don't drink alcohol, but when I do drink I prefer Dos Equis
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