Fuck What They Say

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, no matter how much money you make Brothers gon' talk about you Yeah, no matter who you are, uhh Talk about you (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Niggas gon' talk about you (Talk about you, talk about you) Don't give a fuck about you (Fuck about you, fuck about you) You livin' 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it) Just make 'em read about it (Read about it, read about it) Fuck what they say about me (Fuck what they say about me) Bitches gon' love to doubt me (Fuck 'em, yeah) I'm livin' bout it 'bout it ('Bout it) [Verse 1] Nigga this, nigga that, we do this, we do that (Uh-huh) Talkin' that shit'll get yo' wig blew back You knew that, we do that, like it's 'sposed to be done Back up off me, you gettin too close to me, son It'd be fun if you didn't have a gun But if you didn't had one you'd probably run; come, come Now spit it from the tip of your tongue, a lil' wisdom Gives 'em somethin' to move to, groove to The next time you see me again gangsta'd up Chillin' with my beanie again, got many of friends In B-ball, football, baseball, the penitentiary, the graveyard, the church house and the mess hall That's why I address y'all, express all, Big Dogg With no flaws, yiggy-yes y'all, touch y'all from up above Show big love, kept the crippin' alive As well as the dub, push come to shove, y'all know how it all was [Chorus] But niggas still talk about me (Talk about me) Don't give a fuck about me (Yeah, yeah) I made them read about me (Read about me) Don't give a fuck about it (Yeah, yeah) I'm livin' rowdy, rowdy (Yeah, yeah) Fuck what they say about me (Yeah, yeah) Long as I'm 'bout it, 'bout it (Yeah, yeah) Niggas gon' talk about you (Yeah, yeah) Bitches gon' love to doubt you (Yeah, yeah) I make 'em read about it (Yeah, yeah) And made 'em write about it (Yeah, yeah) Fuck what they say about me (Yeah, yeah) I'm livin' 'bout it, 'bout it (Yeah, yeah) Big D-O-Double G, ya know I'm livin' rowdy, rowdy (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Let me clear my motherfuckin' throat These niggas in the game is sticky as dope (Oh no) No joke, even ya own kinfolk They say "Different Strokes, it takes different Strokes" Man, fuck that bullshit, Dogg, who you cool with? I'm down with Jay-Z, Master P, Nas, Ice Cube Dub C, Mack-10, DMX, Mobb Deep Ruff Ryders, Eastsidaz, Warren G, Red and Meth Uncle L, Naughty and Treach The whole Flava Unit, So So Def DJ Pooh, KAM, Solo, and the motherfuckin' LA Zoo Pomona, DJ Quik and Blacktone But them niggas 'cross the street know it's really on Now I can go on and on, but I refuse to, 'cause I might lose you Let's cruise to the soulful sounds I'm tryin' to make y'all get down And put some soul in your ass like James Brown (Oww) I feel good now; can you feel that? It's like goin' bare back, I thought I oughta share that Compare that, and wear that, seven days a week Keep my name out your mouth, and my business out the motherfuckin' streets (Shh) You motherfuckin' geek Your freak is a freak, I never crept with the ho I shoulda, though, but [Chorus] But niggas still talk about me (Talk about me) Don't give a fuck about me (Yeah, yeah) I made them read about me (Read about me) Don't give a fuck about it (Yeah, yeah) I'm livin' rowdy, rowdy (Yeah, yeah) Fuck what they say about me (Yeah, yeah) Long as I'm 'bout it, 'bout it (Yeah, yeah) Niggas gon' talk about you (Yeah, yeah) Bitches gon' love to doubt you (Yeah, yeah) I make 'em read about it (Yeah, yeah) And made 'em write about it (Yeah, yeah) Fuck what they say about me (Yeah, yeah) I'm livin' 'bout it, 'bout it (Yeah, yeah) Big D-O-Double G, you know I'm livin' rowdy, rowdy (Yeah, yeah) [Outro] Ah, yeah (Ah, uhh, uh-huh) Big Snoop Dogg up in this bia— (Uh-huh) Bia— (Uh-huh, uh-huh) You know the rest (What? What?) Can I say it? (Wh-wha-what? What?) Biatch