Artist: Kanye West Album: College Dropout Song: We Don't Care Typed by: ds@daspek.com [Intro] Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing And all my people that's [Chorus (Kanye 1-2, 4-7)] [1] Drug dealin' just to get by [2] stackin' money 'till it get sky high [3] (kids, sing. kids, sing) [4] We wasn't supposed to make it past 25 [5] Joke's on you, we still alive [6] Throw your hands up in the sky and yell [7] We don't care what people say [Verse 1] If this is your first time hearin' this You are about to experience something so cold, man We never had nothin' handed Took nothin' for granted Took nothin' from no man Man I'm my own man But as a shorty I looked up to the dope man Only adult man I knew that wasn't broke, man Flickin' Starter coats, man Man you don't know, man We don't care what people say This is for my niggas outside all winter 'Cause this summer they ain't finna' Say next summer I'm finna' Sittin' in the hood like community colleges This dope money here is little Tre's scholarship 'Cause ain't no tuition for having no ambition And ain't no loans for sittin' your ass at home So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job You gotta do somethin' man, your ass is grown [Chorus (Kanye 1-3, kids 4-6)] [Verse 2] The second verse is for my dawgs workin 9 to 5 That still hustle 'cause a nigga can't shine off $6.55 And everybody selling makeup, Jacob's And bootlegged tapes just to get they cake up We put shit on layaway, then come back We claim other people kids on our income tax We take that money, cop work, then push packs to get paid And we don't care what people say Momma say she wanna move south Scratchin' lottery tickets, eyes on a new house 'Round the same time, Doe ran up in dude house Couldn't get a job, so since he couldn't get work He figured he'd take work The drug game bulimic, it's hard to get weight A nigga's money is homo, it's hard to get straight But we gon' keep bakin' 'till the day we get cake And we don't care what people say My niggas [Chorus (kids 1-2, 4-6; Kanye 3)] [Verse 3] You know the kids gon' act a fool When you stop the programs for after school And they DCFS, some of em dyslexic They favorite 50-Cent song +12 questions+ We scream, rock, blows, weed, park See now we smart We ain't retards, the way teachers starve Hold up, hold fast. We make more cash Now tell my momma I belong in that slow class Bad enough we on welfare They tryin to put me on the school bus with the space for the wheelchair I'm trying to get the car with the chromie wheels here They trying to cut our lights out like we don't live here Look what was handed us Fathers abandoned us When we get them hammers, go on call the ambulance Sometimes I feel no one in this world understands us But we don't care what people say My niggas [Chorus (kids 1-2, 4-6; Kanye 3)]