They don't give a fuck
 So I don't give a fuck

 Makes me wanna holler
 Throw up both my hands

 [ VERSE 1 ]
 Movin through the L.A. streets with the homeboys
 Dippin in the toy  havin _Chips Ahoy_
 Cookies  and these rookies still can't see us
 A lotta people wanna be us cause we's the O.G.'es
 Real Eastside riders from the hood
 And I wish niggas would
 Come at me like it's all good
 If y'all could you'd probably do the same thing
 Rap, sling dope, pimp hoes, or gangbang
 And it's a goddamn shame, but
 Now the babies is the ones blued down and flamed up
 Saggin with they neighborhood flag inside they pockets
 Think they ain't? They even spraypaint the sprockets
 On they bike, yellin, "What that Eastside like?"
 Gettin high in the bleachers while the teachers on strike
 Books collect dust on they shelf
 Parents either dead or gone, so they raise theyself
 But who cares

 [ VERSE 2 ]
 Some talk about killin, some hear about it, some do it
 Some can't handle it, and others just numb to it
 You think we got problems? They the ones
 Cause kids is havin kids, and kids is havin guns
 Ask yours daughters and sons what they learnin in school
 And watch em look at you like you a fool
 All they learn is how to smoke a bidi
 How to do a tatoo use a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffiti
 The tv and the radio is raisin em
 Parents hold your breath, cause death ain't even fazin em
 A single mother out workin like a slave
 Ain't no homecooked meal, just a microwave
 Oven, what happened to the lovin?
 Good taste done been replaced by pushin, and shovin
 It all started at home with the family
 Now we can't save em, or can we?
 Who cares

 Makes me wanna holler
 Throw up both my hands

 They don't give a fuck
 So I don't give a fuck

 [ VERSE 2 ]
 Don't nobody care what happen to us
 Except God Almighty, in whom we trust
 I bust rhymes like these for a reason
 Cause for everything up under the sun it's a season
 To live and die, laugh and cry
 Everybody knows shit happens, but nobody knows why
 And they don't even try to learn
 By lettin the 5 Percent teach em, it's like they rather burn
 And for niggas just to turn they life around and chill
 It's harder to save, than it is to kill
 As we spill each other blood in the streets
 I see yellow tape and wonder who that is up under the sheet
 Another child just got shot down
 Now what's the chances that they not black and not brown?
 A lotta people crowd around cause they feel they got to stop and stare
 But they don't really care

 Makes me wanna holler
 Throw up both my hands

 They don't give a fuck
 So I don't give a fuck