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Take Care Take Care Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Take Care, Take Care, Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Take Care, Take Care, Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Ricky/Ricky Nelson (Rick Nelson ) · Ricky/Ricky Nelson [UK] (Rick Nelson ) · Ricky Sings Again/Songs by Ricky (Rick Nelson ) · Ricky/Ricky Nelson (Rick Nelson ) · Ricky Sings Again/Songs by Ricky (Rick Nelson ) · Playlist: The Very Best of Ricky Martin (Christina Aguilera) · Pistas: Canta Como Ricky Martin (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


think it's far.
Cause God may care, but I never met God anywhere.
(middle finger up in the air)
To the people that judge us by the color of our hair
twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't
In your proper context 
You let your lex or your 

Sixty-four suspension 
Bounce away all your tension 
En route to the club 
Where girls need
[Hook: repeat 4X]
We got big bank, big rank
walkin through the club like my shit don't stank

[Verse One]
Remember back in the day we used
soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by (listen)
This is for the struggle it don't stop
This one's for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac
soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by (listen)
This is for the struggle it don't stop
This one's for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac
on
You get a three minute glimpse of the icon
Your best rapper two-steppin to my song
When he don't know, he ask I write for him
Jersey lights, that's
don't ever show me another ring
Remember you Rudy Ray Moore, I'm Martin Luther King
Everything you bring sounds horrendous
You need repentance, 'fore I
I fuck dogstyle chick, I'm thugged out and rich
I drink henny that's the same shit that I piss
And I don't care about a ice wrist, I got a ice pick
bolt, I'm fast and hot
Do a show, tell the promoter, pass the nut
And I don't really care if I'm last or not
Overweight brother, still get ass a lot
money, the hood don't love me
The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me
And I got no place to go
They bomb my village, they call us killers
Took me
have sex for money, the hood don't love me

The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me

And I got noooo place to gooo

They bomb my village, they
from Da Brick City

This is DJ Say What
An' we're gonna blast y'all right now
With the new cut by Redman, ?I Don't Kare?
On W0 Fuck All y'all Radio
have sex for money, the hood don't love me
The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me
And I got no place to go
They bomb my village, they call us
have sex for money, the hood don't love me
The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me
And I got no place to go
They bomb my village, they call us
homie twistin' backwoods 
Usually I don't get down like that 
But that's my dog I hit a few times out of respect 
And now I'm on the jet full of trees
As I mix Walk on By over Passin' Me By
Seem like everybody puffin' but I'm contact high
Off this fresh new wax, with the real brown sugars makin' eye
ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is not around
Everybody talking money I say prove it not a sound
White girls gone wild
We don't
'on 
Sleep at night and if you fight one shawdy then we all gon' fight
Don't nobody get crunk in the club like us 
If security trippin on pimpin we
know he'll pull some hoes
Bottles popping everywhere too much dro is in the air
Vision blurry from the crown and club and I don't really care
All I
don't care what the others think, 
Just be straight with me, (I'm what say what?)

Huh? Huh? Huh? 
I know I take chances to make sure I'm sittin'
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jacks son they never get far

[Mad Skillz]
Yo, where I reside fake niggaz run and hide (what?)
The streets
Probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see ya
But son it gets deeper 
I'm runnin with a click that's bein' hunted by the grim reaper
ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is not around
Everybody talking money I say prove it not a sound
White girls gone wild
We don't
ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is not around
Everybody talking money I say prove it not a sound
White girls gone wild
We don't