We Don't Care Lyrics

[Cuban Link]

Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P.

Latins Goin Platinum baby!

Yeah yeah, yeah..

Uhh, year 2000

Terror Squadians (Terror Squad)

We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry)

(I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry)

Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah)

We rock the party and..



YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun

my fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover

The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler

Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler

Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular

Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us

T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby

So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy

You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT?

With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE

Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT

In a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCK

If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK

It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP

Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS

She wanna rape me - just because I'm sexy as FUCK

So nigga WHAT?



Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link



[Pun] Tear the club up!

[Link] Cause we don't care

[Pun] E'rybody strip

[Link] Yeah we don't care

[Pun] Shoot the place up!

[Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah)

We don't care (nuh-AH!)

We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)

[Link] Yeah we don't care

[Pun] T. Squaders

[Link] Yes, yeah we don't care

[Pun] Fuck you nigga!

[Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah)

We don't care (nuh-AH!)

We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)



[Big Punisher]

Yo, I'm livin in mansions, give me the Spanish props

I got to have it

Loadin and bustin a mac, did shit in the past

Was ?? a fourth of they asses

Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls

Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws

My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liver

and holdin the glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot

Baby better head for the hills, my niggaz wild for the night

My lead ready to peel this shit really real

My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill

My dick quick to kill, we fittin to ill

No survivors, ?? Godivas or roses and flowers

Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders

Don't ?? ??, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama

I'ma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrow

You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge

Carter kids stuck to the projects

Go ahead keep checkin that mall

and me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips

Keep talkin that dumb shit like you want it

Yeah when are you gonna buck shit

??? ???, ??? this mug shit



Chorus



[Cuban Link]

Uhh..

Yeah..

Big Punisher..

Cuban Link..

Terror Squad..

Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way..

Anything goes..

The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..