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Melky Sedeck

Genres: Hip-Hop

It Doesn't Matter Lyrics - Melky Sedeck

Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp 

And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin' 

 

Yo this is strictly a club record 

Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold 

When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded down 

And these tired bouncers would not let me in 

YouknowwhatI'msayin? 

 

Yo, yo, yo 

I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies 

(It doesn't matter!) 

I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees 

(It doesn't matter!) 

I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio 

(It doesn't matter!) 

Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin 

Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin 

 

Back in the days it was all about the clubs 

And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love 

The girls, they wouldn't say HEY! 

Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday 

Me, I used to stand outside 

Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list plus five! 

Who's performin tonight? He said Shabba 

Mister Lover Daddy he be the selector 

(Stop drop the Rock's up in here) 

Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear 

Light up like Vegas when it's time to gamble 

Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles 

But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul McCartney 

and "Ebony or Ivory" into my Jacuzzi 

Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk 

The needle ain't skip the record jerked 

Cause y'all jumpin' too hard 

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) 

 

I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies 

(It doesn't matter!) 

I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees 

(It doesn't matter!) 

What? I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio 

(It doesn't matter!) 

Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin 

Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin 

Yo Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley 

(It doesn't matter you just bought a fresh Bentley!) 

 

How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue 

And you always got an aunt or uncle 

wanna show you how the old dances go 

And they start it off like this 

Electric slide on the dance floor 

Freaky-deaky like Studio 54 

GIRLS!! Until the IRS raids it 

Drug money get converted into music 

The dope man becomes an entertainer 

Leave that crack alone! I told the customers 

I'm into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend 

You want a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine 

And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump 

I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk 

Excuse me I gotta cough 

Girl you wearin' so much ice you could freeze New York 

You're man must really love you, what does he do for a living? 

(He works on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week) 

That's when she said a little too much conversation 

Think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation 

So I proceeded with the conversation, I said 

Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name? 

(Let's get it straight huh, my name's Veronica) 

She had the ass the size of South America 

She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera 

way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca" 

What hood you come from? 

I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem 

The New Jerusalem yup, that's short for New Jersey 

Checked my watch it was a quarter to three 

Slid to her crib when we opened the door 

Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44 

 

Now what it look like, it ain't really that 

(It doesn't matter!) 

So he cocked the gat at my top hat 

(It doesn't matter!) 

Are you crazy? You was married! 

(It doesn't matter!) 

Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin 

Come up in your hood and they take everything you wearin 

 

Yeah that's when shorty walked up to her man 

And she said I gotta go I can't be here no more 

And she said this 

 

Take me home, to the place 

I belong at the Refugee Camp 

And the Booga basement 

That's where I live, oh 

 

Come on 

Yo Rock I sold like seventeen million records 

(It doesn't matter how many records you've sold!) 

Alright I'm with you, yo check it out 

You wanna go get diamond rings? 

(It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!) 

Man listen, listen 

I just got two new Grammy's man 

(It doesn't matter about your Grammy's!) 

 

It doesn't matter 

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