We Don't Give a F**k (feat. Bun B & Twista) - Lil' Kim

They don't know what that scar 'bout They don't know what that bar 'bout They don't know what that candy car 'bout Or smokin' that joint 'bout Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas Third Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised Texas muthafucka, that's where I stay, all ready What you know 'bout swangaz and vogues? What you know 'bout purple drank? What you know 'bout poppin' trunk Neon lights, candy paint? What you know 'bout white shirts Starched down jeans with a razor crease Platinum and gold on top our teeth Big ol' chains with a iced out piece? You don't know 'bout Michael Watts You don't know 'bout DJ Screw What you know 'bout, man, hold up I done came down and what it do? They don't know 'bout P.A.T What you know 'bout Free Pimp C? What you know 'bout the Swishahouse, man? What you know 'bout the S.U.C? We keep it playa, ain't no fake When we holdin' plex whenever haters hate We listen to music, screwed and chopped Down here in this Lonestar state Outta towners be comin' around Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down But you don't know nuthin' 'bout my town Either hold it down or move around They don't know what that scar 'bout They don't know what that bar 'bout They don't know what that candy car 'bout Or smokin' that joint 'bout Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas Third Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised Texas muthafucka, that's where I stay (Mike Jones) Me and Paul we actin' a fool When screens fall I'm packin' a tool I'm Texas raised, Texas made We grind daily, no minimum wage I represent the home of candy cars Screw music and purple bar Trunk bangin', fifth hangin' 84's and vogue swangin' Belt-buckles we wear in Texas Rag-tops lay down on Lexus Diamonds shinin' from grillin' necklace Haters hate, 'cuz we well respected Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone We sittin' high on twenty inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I said, Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone We sittin' high on twenty inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I crack a smile and show platinum mouth Every time I rap I rep Swishahouse I spit a verse and head straight to the vaults Five G's for me to even open my mouth They don't know what that scar 'bout They don't know what that bar 'bout They don't know what that candy car 'bout Or smokin' that joint 'bout Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas Third Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised Texas muthafucka, that's where I stay All Ready, hold on, hold up a second 'Cuz boys comin' down blue or red Down here pimpin' ain't dead Grindin' daily to stack my bread I from the place where girls jump fly Now a days the brauds pimp brauds 'Cuz they got more game then most these guys You'll get set up and then you'll get robbed You don't know 'bout chunkin' a deuce You don't know 'bout a southside fade Down here we be ridin' D's But you don't know about choppin' blades Texas southern or Prairie View What you know 'bout battle of the bands Down here we got ghetto girls Like wings, chicken or Timmy Chan's You can catch me ridin' swangs What you know 'bout sippin' syrup You don't know 'bout pourin' it up Purple drank some speeches slurred You don't know 'bout the way we talk Boys say we got country words But I don't really care what you heard 'Cuz you don't know 'bout the dirty third They don't know what that scar 'bout They don't know what that bar 'bout They don't know what that candy car 'bout Or smokin' that joint 'bout Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas Third Coast Born, I mean we're Texas raised Texas muthafucka, that's where I stay Texas muthafucka, that's where I stay Texas muthafucka, that's where I stay