This song is about some real shit. Some represent ya hood shit. This is the type of shit you ride to and bang to and mothaf***in get crunk to. Everybody bump this shit get crunk and parley to this cut. This shit right here all you need.
Some real mothafuckas out of KY spittin' some real shit. Recognize Realness.
La Cosa Nostra. LAT's Finest
Repesentin' KY to the fullest.
This family right here is as real as it gets.
Life long friends and family in this click.
Recognize Realness
Story behind the song
This song is about some real shit. Some represent ya hood shit. This is the type of shit you ride to and bang to and mothafuckin get crunk to. Everybody bump this shit get crunk and parley to this cut. This shit right here all you need.
Lyrics
Fuck What Ya Heard BY LA COSA NOSTRA
(YOUNG PROF & GEM)
PRODUCED BY YOUNG PROF of HUGHES PRODUCTIONS
(Young Prof)
V1) I give a fuck what you heard
Im as real as it comes,
hung with the struggle inside me
tryin to raise out the slums.
Rep ya city mothafuckas
represent where you from,
LAT land of troubles
where the good die young.
Don't trust a soul stay strapped
you gone learn that,
did too much go on
and too much hurt to turn back.
Aftermath when the smoke clears
Im still here,
so much pain i overcame
doin my thang for years.
Friends change maintain
couse the fame is near,
from the county to La Grainge
sheddin tatoo tears.
Never thought the same hood that raised me
could brake me,
make me crazy
at the age of 18.
80 proof in my vains
with a mind fool of anger,
danger to a stranger
finger on the trigga one in the chamber.
Thats why every mothafucka
in the streets is strapped,
need a piece to get by
like a phene for crack.
Come on.
(Young Prof & Gem)
C) (2x) I gives a,
Fuck what ya heard.
We gives a,
Fuck what ya heard.
I gives a
Fuck what ya heard.
We gives a
fuck what ya heard.
I gives a
Fuck what ya heard.
We gives a
Fuck what ya heard
I gives a
Fuck what ya heard.
From the hood to burbs.
(Gem)
V2) I give a fuck what ya heard
Im a pistol grippin bad boy,
makin noise cd playin
listen up you have no choice.
513, ATL,
NYC, LAT,
St. Louis, Chi town, west side
to the dirty dirty south.
Rep yo city hold it down
but what ya fuckin mouth,
creepin threw yo hood windows down
load it up buckin rounds.
Stuff em fuck em buck em
put em out they missery,
i say fuck the whole industry
when this E&J enters me.
Shot after shot schemin
plot after plot dreamin,
about the top
white cats got this shit locked.
Never gone flop follow back to the block
with a rock 9-milli cocked yea,
ready to box yea
dime sacks in my sock uh.
My balls and my word
fake busters can burn,
little r.e.s.p.e.c.t
i got but every bit i earned.
So holla if ya hear me
one love to J-Roc,
we'll see about some bail homeboy
when the album drops.
(Young Prof & Gem)
C) (4x) I gives a,
Fuck what ya heard.
We gives a,
Fuck what ya heard.
I gives a
Fuck what ya heard.
We gives a
fuck what ya heard.
I gives a
Fuck what ya heard.
We gives a
Fuck what ya heard
I gives a
Fuck what ya heard.
From the hood to burbs.
