Thursday, February 20, 2014

Tech N9ne ft. Krizz Kaliko & Stevie Stone - Nobody Cares Lyrics

Nobody Cares Lyrics by Tech N9ne ft. Krizz Kaliko & Stevie Stone

(Verse)
Swanky all the time
So don't worry 'bout me cause I'm
Gucci, luchi, all up in my hullseys
Come from Kansas City and your money's what they tought me
I'm a real one, feel 'em, up I bust and kill 'em
Didn't have to sell my soul to sell some fucking millions
When I drop this Bou Lou drink it'll put me up in billions
The ceiling never could stop this KC Mo civilian
How ya didn't know we had the green
When I'm all up in yo magazine
So focused on the flow Fo Fith
Yo bitch throw shit that's flattering
We ain't like you others
We got a very sick disease
And if you get this bug it may result in making cheese
Made a lot of technicians
Get mo is the next mission
We got the colleges the suburbs and the 'jects trippin'
Off of this wealthy foul mouthed trigger
Don't even bother to get your wicky styles out nigga!

(Hook)
Everything in my head
All these words that I said
Nobody cares, Nobody cares
And Nobody gives a damn
What I say, who I am
Nobody cares, Nobody Cares
These bright lights
Show my life (Nobody cares)
No one, no one, no one, no one cares
Nobody, Nobody

(Fellas better put a chastity belt on yo spouses)

(Verse)
It is what it is nigga I'm underground
Y'all saying the same thing, mainstream in trouble now
I'm on my grown man growin' a little stubble now
A spudify dollar fly hustle gotta double down
Murder was the case that I gave 'em
Damn her with my grammar hammer nobody could save 'em
And we ain't just in Kansas City anymore
We on tour and we on some penny pinchin' give me more
If I die today, I'm comin' back nigga
Strange Music's on big black fat nigga
Cause we resurrected with people been disrespected
No equal to this direction with Kali people can check it
We be the choppin' and say get to poppin' in every metropolis
Tracks would be toppin' as far as they flock to us niggas be jockin' us
I flow beware rappers don't be goin' there
Maybe I'm just blowin' smoke in the air and no one cares

(Hook)

(Verse)
I been (Dope)
I get 'em (Dope boy fresh)
Bitch I been out here poppin'
Been up in these streets
Since I came up out that water
Been the illest nigga low key
Got yo bitch up on my Peta
Bendin' on them knees
Bitch came back around
And got backed down
And done fucked around and got beat
It's that shake down
Strange so you know I make cake now
Want to know when the house by the lake down
I bought the car was the model and I'm make now
I kick back my feet up
Cramp down and re-up
Talk shit and I talk shit
Let's pop shit nigga G up
We move kemosabe
What ya smelling
Walk up in a room all you smell is money
Sixteen 'til ya tall Kay
Like the hitman nigga holla ball game

(Hook)