[{"id":29267517,"name":"Who Cares","trackName":"Who Cares","artistName":"DJ Pooh","albumName":"Bad Newz Travels Fast","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n\nMovin' through the L.A. streets with the homeboys\nTippin' in the toy, havin' Chips Ahoy! cookies\nAnd these rookies still can't see us\nA lot of people wanna be us 'cause we's the O.G.'est\nReal Eastside riders from the hood\nAnd I wish niggas would come at me like it's all good\nIf y'all could, you'd probably do the same thing\nRap, slang dope, pimp hoes or gangbang\nAnd it's a goddamn shame, but\nNow the babies is the ones blue down and flamed up\nSaggin' with they neighborhood flag inside they pockets\nThink they ain't, they even spray paint the sprockets on they bike\nDealin' what that Eastside like\nGettin' high in the bleachers while the teachers on strike\nBooks collect dust on they shelf\nParents either dead or gone, so they raise they self\nBut who cares?\n\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n\nSome talk about killin', some hear about it, some do it\nSome can't handle it, and others just numb to it\nYou think we got problems, they the ones\n'Cause kids is havin' kids and kids is havin' guns\nAsk your daughters and sons what they learnin' in school\nAnd watch 'em look at you like you a fool\nAll they learn is how to smoke a beedy, how to do a tattoo\nUse a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffiti\nThe TV and the radio is raisin' 'em\nParents, hold your breath, 'cause death ain't even fazin' 'em\nA single mother out workin' like a slave\nAin't no home cooked meals, just a microwave oven\nWhat happened to the lovin'?\nGood taste done been replaced by pushin' and shovin'\nIt all started at home with the family\nNow we can't save 'em, or can we?\nWho cares?\n\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n\nDon't nobody care what happen to us\nExcept God Almighty, in whom we trust\nI bust rhymes like these for a reason\n'Cause for everything up under the sun, it's a season\nTo live and die, laugh and cry\nEverybody knows shit happens, but nobody knows why\nAnd they don't even try to learn\nBy lettin' the Five Percent teach 'em, it's like they'd rather burn\nAnd for niggas just to turn they life around and chill\nIt's harder to save than it is to kill\nAs we spill each other blood in the streets\nI see yellow tape and wonder who that is up under the sheet\nAnother child just got shot down\nNow what's the chances that they not black or not brown?\nA lot of people crowd around 'cause\nThey feel they got to stop and stare\nBut they don't really care\nWho cares?\n\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\nMakes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\nThey don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Who Cares\n  artist: DJ Pooh\n  album: Bad Newz Travels Fast\n  duration_ms: 247000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n\n  Movin' through the L.A. streets with the homeboys\n  Tippin' in the toy, havin' Chips Ahoy! cookies\n  And these rookies still can't see us\n  A lot of people wanna be us 'cause we's the O.G.'est\n  Real Eastside riders from the hood\n  And I wish niggas would come at me like it's all good\n  If y'all could, you'd probably do the same thing\n  Rap, slang dope, pimp hoes or gangbang\n  And it's a goddamn shame, but\n  Now the babies is the ones blue down and flamed up\n  Saggin' with they neighborhood flag inside they pockets\n  Think they ain't, they even spray paint the sprockets on they bike\n  Dealin' what that Eastside like\n  Gettin' high in the bleachers while the teachers on strike\n  Books collect dust on they shelf\n  Parents either dead or gone, so they raise they self\n  But who cares?\n\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n\n  Some talk about killin', some hear about it, some do it\n  Some can't handle it, and others just numb to it\n  You think we got problems, they the ones\n  'Cause kids is havin' kids and kids is havin' guns\n  Ask your daughters and sons what they learnin' in school\n  And watch 'em look at you like you a fool\n  All they learn is how to smoke a beedy, how to do a tattoo\n  Use a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffiti\n  The TV and the radio is raisin' 'em\n  Parents, hold your breath, 'cause death ain't even fazin' 'em\n  A single mother out workin' like a slave\n  Ain't no home cooked meals, just a microwave oven\n  What happened to the lovin'?\n  Good taste done been replaced by pushin' and shovin'\n  It all started at home with the family\n  Now we can't save 'em, or can we?\n  Who cares?\n\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n\n  Don't nobody care what happen to us\n  Except God Almighty, in whom we trust\n  I bust rhymes like these for a reason\n  'Cause for everything up under the sun, it's a season\n  To live and die, laugh and cry\n  Everybody knows shit happens, but nobody knows why\n  And they don't even try to learn\n  By lettin' the Five Percent teach 'em, it's like they'd rather burn\n  And for niggas just to turn they life around and chill\n  It's harder to save than it is to kill\n  As we spill each other blood in the streets\n  I see yellow tape and wonder who that is up under the sheet\n  Another child just got shot down\n  Now what's the chances that they not black or not brown?\n  A lot of people crowd around 'cause\n  They feel they got to stop and stare\n  But they don't really care\n  Who cares?\n\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n  Makes me wanna holler, throw up both my hands\n  They don't give a fuck, so I don't give a fuck\n"},{"id":12674381,"name":"Who Cares (feat. Kam)","trackName":"Who Cares (feat. Kam)","artistName":"DJ Pooh","albumName":"Bad Newz Travels Fast","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring Kam\n\nThey don't give a fuck\nSo I don't give a fuck\n\nMakes me wanna holler\nThrow up both my hands\n\n[ VERSE 1 ]\nMovin through the L.A. streets with the homeboys\nDippin in the toy havin _Chips Ahoy_\nCookies and these rookies still can't see us\nA lotta people wanna be us cause we's the O.G.'es\nReal Eastside riders from the hood\nAnd I wish niggas would\nCome at me like it's all good\nIf y'all could you'd probably do the same thing\nRap, sling dope, pimp hoes, or gangbang\nAnd it's a goddamn shame, but\nNow the babies is the ones blued down and flamed up\nSaggin with they neighborhood flag inside they pockets\nThink they ain't? They even spraypaint the sprockets\nOn they bike, yellin, \"What that Eastside like?\"\nGettin high in the bleachers while the teachers on strike\nBooks collect dust on they shelf\nParents either dead or gone, so they raise theyself\nBut who cares\n\n[ VERSE 2 ]\nSome talk about killin, some hear about it, some do it\nSome can't handle it, and others just numb to it\nYou think we got problems? They the ones\nCause kids is havin kids, and kids is havin guns\nAsk yours daughters and sons what they learnin in school\nAnd watch em look at you like you a fool\nAll they learn is how to smoke a bidi\nHow to do a tatoo use a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffiti\nThe tv and the radio is raisin em\nParents hold your breath, cause death ain't even fazin em\nA single mother out workin like a slave\nAin't no homecooked meal, just a microwave\nOven, what happened to the lovin?\nGood taste done been replaced by pushin, and shovin\nIt all started at home with the family\nNow we can't save em, or can we?\nWho cares\n\nMakes me wanna holler\nThrow up both my hands\n\nThey don't give a fuck\nSo I don't give a fuck\n\n[ VERSE 2 ]\nDon't nobody care what happen to us\nExcept God Almighty, in whom we trust\nI bust rhymes like these for a reason\nCause for everything up under the sun it's a season\nTo live and die, laugh and cry\nEverybody knows shit happens, but nobody knows why\nAnd they don't even try to learn\nBy lettin the 5 Percent teach em, it's like they rather burn\nAnd for niggas just to turn they life around and chill\nIt's harder to save, than it is to kill\nAs we spill each other blood in the streets\nI see yellow tape and wonder who that is up under the sheet\nAnother child just got shot down\nNow what's the chances that they not black and not brown?\nA lotta people crowd around cause they feel they got to stop and stare\nBut they don't really care\n\nMakes me wanna holler\nThrow up both my hands\n\nThey don't give a fuck\nSo I don't give a fuck","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Who Cares (feat. Kam)\n  artist: DJ Pooh\n  album: Bad Newz Travels Fast\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Featuring Kam\n\n  They don't give a fuck\n  So I don't give a fuck\n\n  Makes me wanna holler\n  Throw up both my hands\n\n  [ VERSE 1 ]\n  Movin through the L.A. streets with the homeboys\n  Dippin in the toy havin _Chips Ahoy_\n  Cookies and these rookies still can't see us\n  A lotta people wanna be us cause we's the O.G.'es\n  Real Eastside riders from the hood\n  And I wish niggas would\n  Come at me like it's all good\n  If y'all could you'd probably do the same thing\n  Rap, sling dope, pimp hoes, or gangbang\n  And it's a goddamn shame, but\n  Now the babies is the ones blued down and flamed up\n  Saggin with they neighborhood flag inside they pockets\n  Think they ain't? They even spraypaint the sprockets\n  On they bike, yellin, \"What that Eastside like?\"\n  Gettin high in the bleachers while the teachers on strike\n  Books collect dust on they shelf\n  Parents either dead or gone, so they raise theyself\n  But who cares\n\n  [ VERSE 2 ]\n  Some talk about killin, some hear about it, some do it\n  Some can't handle it, and others just numb to it\n  You think we got problems? They the ones\n  Cause kids is havin kids, and kids is havin guns\n  Ask yours daughters and sons what they learnin in school\n  And watch em look at you like you a fool\n  All they learn is how to smoke a bidi\n  How to do a tatoo use a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffiti\n  The tv and the radio is raisin em\n  Parents hold your breath, cause death ain't even fazin em\n  A single mother out workin like a slave\n  Ain't no homecooked meal, just a microwave\n  Oven, what happened to the lovin?\n  Good taste done been replaced by pushin, and shovin\n  It all started at home with the family\n  Now we can't save em, or can we?\n  Who cares\n\n  Makes me wanna holler\n  Throw up both my hands\n\n  They don't give a fuck\n  So I don't give a fuck\n\n  [ VERSE 2 ]\n  Don't nobody care what happen to us\n  Except God Almighty, in whom we trust\n  I bust rhymes like these for a reason\n  Cause for everything up under the sun it's a season\n  To live and die, laugh and cry\n  Everybody knows shit happens, but nobody knows why\n  And they don't even try to learn\n  By lettin the 5 Percent teach em, it's like they rather burn\n  And for niggas just to turn they life around and chill\n  It's harder to save, than it is to kill\n  As we spill each other blood in the streets\n  I see yellow tape and wonder who that is up under the sheet\n  Another child just got shot down\n  Now what's the chances that they not black and not brown?\n  A lotta people crowd around cause they feel they got to stop and stare\n  But they don't really care\n\n  Makes me wanna holler\n  Throw up both my hands\n\n  They don't give a fuck\n  So I don't give a fuck\n"}]