U Ain't Gotta Like Me (J-Kwon)

Im pretty sick and tired Im getting sick and tired Very sick and tired Homie If I had a coop right now, it’ll be on E First time I feel I ain’t pretty, gimme TLC Raise ya hand mutha fucka if ya feel like me Live like me and ya know dis real like me Thers beef for da cats who aint got nuthin And humble too But damn fucked up shit hada humble you It ain’t ova it jus feel like it crumbled boom Now it diss you, said I wanna rumble too Now if ya sick and tired say it quick say it proud If ya sick and tired say it now say it loud Finally got the crowd poppin and crack cockran Gabbi represent’n St. Louis and ain’t stopping I’m sick and tired of this lame brain shit Kwon getting money, now Kwon getting fittyz Say whatever you say how you say its about me How look at this crowd be sick and tired without me You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you And I aint gotta like you You aint gotta me And You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you First time its Fuck Me Then nigga its fuck you You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you And I aint gotta like you You aint gotta me And You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you First time its Fuck Me Then nigga its fuck you I been bamboozled, too many times with fucken lood Dawg Im sick and, I’m sick and tired of ya gurlz Keep it Deuce Deuce, HOO, tucked in a room Fuck her, stash in da car, I Got Haash in the car Looken as they chink I got ass in they jaw Im tired of these hoes tryin to tell Kwon to go, Been Raw Im a gangsta mutha fucka, fuck who you are I told you Kwon been drinkin, then piss on the bar I don’t give a damn and you niggaz know it (know it) Im durty you pussy now where your pussy, J-Kwon gon’ show it Gunz im holding and you don’t wanna get ta trippin One sqeez of the trigga, eerbody limpin Im from a block where eerbody crippin Eerbody sniffin, and eerbody pimpin J-Kwon and Trackboyz, this is tha take off And dude im sick and tired of takin shit, Take off Im high (ya me) Sumthin like Jay Z Howz that cause I clap (ya me) Ya back (ya me) Strap (hella queen) Man ya know they clap? (ya me) Keep a stash in da dash for they all been rollin Bought or stolen im hardly will they, huhp, holding Cmon boy niggaz they cool off in da start, colding Don’t get mad at me cause that chick jaw, swollen Cause I kick they haters yaa Im like max-a-million I make ya smack yaself with ya dick, beaters Ya click sweeter? you don’t have the time niggaz On the block ya don’t ever wanna battle rhyme niggaz But see a me right thurr I shine like a light burrn I look so bright I brought light to the night club Fucken with Kwon, ya must really like starz Im the black brand pink and this is tha fight club