promote violins lyrics

Ever since I was young I wanted to be somethin' like what I am

We promote violins, yeah, check me out
We promote violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt
Young Gotti, Neo Deastro, Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth

May I laugh to yourself shells, before honor and war I just can't tell
I can't fake these soliloquies, silencers off, the art of warfare in here Violence is off, Po po's gone, periscopes on, telescopes on
And tell her that hope gone and show her that war is war
Fours and forty-fours banana peelin' clips stacked ceilin' to floor
Boards head up the concourse, like in concourse, scissorhands

Bulldoze ran like Honda Accords, I'm perfect with every note
'Til the periscope's on, play like the accordian perfect with every chord
We combine, mental body and soul's Columbine, Hope floats
Like public streams, ravines, harm forces that bear armed forces
Puttin' body parts all over walls and public signs anxious as Ginuwine

Congressional street scholar, professional street soldier
Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba, goodin' like Cuba
Goodin' gettin' blown like a tuba, dead in the head shells, shed red October, shed and spread, cock and pop the glock only, I'm with
King Tee and Tha Liks, Alkahol it up like, bitch, get the fuck off my dick
I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs, crank, crystalized coke in lines

I don't give a fuck
(We don't give a fuck about nuttin')
I don't give a fuck
(We don't give a fuck about nuttin')
I don't give a fuck
(We don't give a fuck about nuttin')

You the only one walkin' around with a hot stolen gun
Thinkin' you Napolean and dream of holdin' some while I'm rollin'
One it's like a medieval upheaval, the Regal get chopped up
And found on both coasts, gettin' ate up by the seagulls, now
You out for the season, J-Ro is the reason you freezin' in the cold Sneezin' while I'm takin' pictures cheesin' at the Likwid meetin' eatin'

And we all got heat that be repeatin' for you knee gaz
We trippin' sippin' on Hen and ready to quench yo' thirst
Every time I kick a verse you wish you'd thought of it first
I need a nurse, before my head burst from divin' headfirst
Into your local networks some people think hip-hop is so obnoxious
Some people get a kick out of it like shoe boxes

I hope that, MC's all get a lot of G's per rap
'Cause while the microphones are on the place I'll spit my words at
If I was in the ring with four men they'd have to get more men
With mops and towels for all the liquid pourin', King Tee and Tha Liks And Kurupt fuck it up like, bitch, get the fuck off my dick
I got hookers, hoes, tramps, pigeons, bitches, rats, sluts with big butts

I don't give a fuck
(I don't give a fuck)
I don't give a fuck
(I don't give a motherfuck)

So while the clock be tock tickin' Tha Liks be hop hippin'
Straight drop-kickin' victims 'til they egos stop trippin', bitchin'
While my set is on set to set it off, while they set to set-trippin'
But still can't get it off this section sectioned off for the fly hoes
And Alkies, y'all niggaz know the rules you can't pop bottles

Without me, it's Likwid and all my niggaz is Don Kings
Gettin' drunk, writin' rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs
'Cause ain't nuttin' changed but the size of the bottles, we still rock
The shows with a Rollo-ass wobble so look but don't touch 'cause Everybody know the facts is Tash a maniac, Tash had tracks
With actors still with Tha Liks alcoholed it up like, bitch
Get the fuck off my dick, I got juice, gin, Mo', Hen, walkin' in the mall With thirty thousand to spend so fuck y'all we, don't give a

I don't give a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't give a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't give a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't give a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)

I don't give a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't give a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't give a fuck
(Fuck, don't, give, a)
I don't give a fuck