Lirik Lagu Who Cares - DJ Pooh
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
featuring Kam
They don't give a fuckSo I don't give a fuck
Makes me wanna hollerThrow up both my hands
[ VERSE 1 ]Movin through the L.A. streets with the homeboysDippin in the toy havin _Chips Ahoy_Cookies and these rookies still can't see usA lotta people wanna be us cause we's the O.G.'esReal Eastside riders from the hoodAnd I wish niggas wouldCome at me like it's all goodIf y'all could you'd probably do the same thingRap, sling dope, pimp hoes, or gangbangAnd it's a goddamn shame, butNow the babies is the ones blued down and flamed upSaggin with they neighborhood flag inside they pocketsThink they ain't? They even spraypaint the sprocketsOn they bike, yellin, "What that Eastside like?"Gettin high in the bleachers while the teachers on strikeBooks collect dust on they shelfParents either dead or gone, so they raise theyselfBut who cares
[ VERSE 2 ]Some talk about killin, some hear about it, some do itSome can't handle it, and others just numb to itYou think we got problems? They the onesCause kids is havin kids, and kids is havin gunsAsk yours daughters and sons what they learnin in schoolAnd watch em look at you like you a foolAll they learn is how to smoke a bidiHow to do a tatoo use a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffitiThe tv and the radio is raisin emParents hold your breath, cause death ain't even fazin emA single mother out workin like a slaveAin't no homecooked meal, just a microwaveOven, what happened to the lovin?Good taste done been replaced by pushin, and shovinIt all started at h
They don't give a fuckSo I don't give a fuck
Makes me wanna hollerThrow up both my hands
[ VERSE 1 ]Movin through the L.A. streets with the homeboysDippin in the toy havin _Chips Ahoy_Cookies and these rookies still can't see usA lotta people wanna be us cause we's the O.G.'esReal Eastside riders from the hoodAnd I wish niggas wouldCome at me like it's all goodIf y'all could you'd probably do the same thingRap, sling dope, pimp hoes, or gangbangAnd it's a goddamn shame, butNow the babies is the ones blued down and flamed upSaggin with they neighborhood flag inside they pocketsThink they ain't? They even spraypaint the sprocketsOn they bike, yellin, "What that Eastside like?"Gettin high in the bleachers while the teachers on strikeBooks collect dust on they shelfParents either dead or gone, so they raise theyselfBut who cares
[ VERSE 2 ]Some talk about killin, some hear about it, some do itSome can't handle it, and others just numb to itYou think we got problems? They the onesCause kids is havin kids, and kids is havin gunsAsk yours daughters and sons what they learnin in schoolAnd watch em look at you like you a foolAll they learn is how to smoke a bidiHow to do a tatoo use a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffitiThe tv and the radio is raisin emParents hold your breath, cause death ain't even fazin emA single mother out workin like a slaveAin't no homecooked meal, just a microwaveOven, what happened to the lovin?Good taste done been replaced by pushin, and shovinIt all started at h
