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Dj Quik - Nobody lyrics
I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody
I don't care about nobody, that don't care about me
I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody
I don't care about nobody, I just care about me
Ay pimpin, this for that trick mayne
Yeah, the one that laughed at me when I told 'em God was sendin' me a boat, but then he cried when DJ Quik came
A day in the life of a playa name Free
When John Mayer told the world he didn't CARE for me
But look at Obama in the office for the get back, mayne
I believe in takin', go to school and GET that game
Dark brown Cognac to the head
You can't tell me shit, nigga Michael Jackson dead
I only shed my tears when I'm listenin' to "Off the Wall"
That medicine didn't kill 'em -- y'all did cause y'all talked about him like a dog
No, I ain't pickin' up no girl for no security, Jack
Didn't Paris Hilton finally get her jewelry back?
And Tiger Woods needs some back-up
Boy, don't you ever apologize to no prostitute, now hit the green and tee THAT up
But let a mack get 'er;
'member that sex scene on "Baby Boy"? I woulda fucked them hoes just like Jack
Now I'mma kiss the ground like a 747 stack
Cause success is the greatest revenge, but it's gon' back
(It's gon' handle what's right, it's so certificateDj Quik - Nobody - http://motolyrics.com/dj-quik/nobody-lyrics.html
Then you better believe in me)
Yeah, Suga Free the P, man
Pomona style, man have them niggas crackin' up
I don't drink alcohol, but when I do drink I prefer Dos Equis
I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody
I don't care about nobody, I just care about me
Now my life, is backstage, wristbands, flashlights
Then, do the same thing we did last night - Jam
I'm retro Nickelodeon, I'm still all that
I even rock Jermaine just like Mike Jack
Addicted to the night life just like crack
But in the black Mercedes with the ladies in the back
I like to make you brick, it's what makes me tick
The way the team decided by just one kick
Now do the grand slam, damn
Take you back so far, I got you flyin' Pan Am
I get the club packed tight like canned ham
Sealin' all your artists, now pass your exam
Or get down or gon' get it knit up
I got a Quincy Jones in my bones, genes split-up
DJ Quiksta in the center like a pent-up
And I don't break down - I been up
I don't care about nobody, that don't care about me