The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Come on, uh-huh
Confidential, play hard, baby
Come on
Uh, uh-huh
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me (come on)
It really don't matter to me (uh, come on)
It really don't matter to me (what you do?)
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me (uh-huh)
It really don't matter to me (come on)
It really don't matter to me (what you say?)
Yo, when you see G's, see cash run
I hurt you well, money squashed in the mark down
In the pure fidel, ain't no touchin' my clique
Step to me wrong, I'm bustin' my
G felon, separate the real from the storytellin'
More exclusive than the powder that these-
Play around, I'll numb you like the powder that they sellin'
Patna, don't you know you, with a mobsta? (Come on, man)
I don't give a, about you, I spit 'em at you
In a sick drop-top, sit about two
Just me and a half, rippin' the turnpike
Broad all over me, can't even turn right
These rats and lease, how the, get an earn right?
Supposed to be the king, this here's my birth right (come on)
Small town, it's on now, let it be known
If you ain't ready to play ball, better be gone
I got dreams, every day wishin' for cream
Wishin' for teams, thug style, plottin' a scheme
Now we high rollin' with TEC, and bombs
Rolex with icey, freezin' the arm
Know who I am? Mafia, lockin' that
The one who got the man on his knees coppin' the 5th
Don't, take care, 'cause you can see the, we break here
Leave the one dead for all the cats who talk
Chop your body up, make the D's toss the chalk
Trial me? Watch the jury say he walks
I'm on some can't catch me, touch me, can't rush me
Some call me, but you pigs can't flush me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me (what you do?)
It really don't matter to me (what?)
It really don't matter to me (uh-huh)
It really don't matter to me (yo)
It really don't matter to me (what you say?)
Yo, I'm from the school of hard knocks
Streets, not books
A dean's list, 'cause he breed high crooks
And, a dope verse, 'cause we spit hot hooks
And, one false move, know what I'ma blast mines
It ain't a threat, said it for the last time
Pull your fam through some sad times
In the streets, catch me with a, 9
Suited up, power moves during half-time
It's over, so consider it done, we marked
Got beef? Then we get 'em a
If ya heavyweight, we get 'em in tons
And if you never took a L, consider it won, what?
It's open season, all them C's, let's get it on
Who want to come down and test Cajun?
I'll slaughter all of ya if I want to, heard me patna?
Y'all gon' learn how to respect your father
I'm the street scholar, squeeze tight on my
And take what I want, get caked in my spot, chief
I knock out teeth when it's drama, no doubt
Might as well be summertime, the way the heat comes out
And I'm quick to collapse, so y'all better watch how you act
'Cause the the clip on my 38 will make my wrist snap back
And I draw like Doc Holiday, see ya tombstone
'Cause I'm ready, I'm so, so ready
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me (what you do?)
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me (what you say?)
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me (what you do?)
Blackground, thug's world, 2G
It ain't gpn' stop baby, what
(What you say)
Yeah, no doubt, what, what
(What you do)
(What you do
Confidential, play hard, baby
Come on
Uh, uh-huh
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me (come on)
It really don't matter to me (uh, come on)
It really don't matter to me (what you do?)
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me (uh-huh)
It really don't matter to me (come on)
It really don't matter to me (what you say?)
Yo, when you see G's, see cash run
I hurt you well, money squashed in the mark down
In the pure fidel, ain't no touchin' my clique
Step to me wrong, I'm bustin' my
G felon, separate the real from the storytellin'
More exclusive than the powder that these-
Play around, I'll numb you like the powder that they sellin'
Patna, don't you know you, with a mobsta? (Come on, man)
I don't give a, about you, I spit 'em at you
In a sick drop-top, sit about two
Just me and a half, rippin' the turnpike
Broad all over me, can't even turn right
These rats and lease, how the, get an earn right?
Supposed to be the king, this here's my birth right (come on)
Small town, it's on now, let it be known
If you ain't ready to play ball, better be gone
I got dreams, every day wishin' for cream
Wishin' for teams, thug style, plottin' a scheme
Now we high rollin' with TEC, and bombs
Rolex with icey, freezin' the arm
Know who I am? Mafia, lockin' that
The one who got the man on his knees coppin' the 5th
Don't, take care, 'cause you can see the, we break here
Leave the one dead for all the cats who talk
Chop your body up, make the D's toss the chalk
Trial me? Watch the jury say he walks
I'm on some can't catch me, touch me, can't rush me
Some call me, but you pigs can't flush me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me (what you do?)
It really don't matter to me (what?)
It really don't matter to me (uh-huh)
It really don't matter to me (yo)
It really don't matter to me (what you say?)
Yo, I'm from the school of hard knocks
Streets, not books
A dean's list, 'cause he breed high crooks
And, a dope verse, 'cause we spit hot hooks
And, one false move, know what I'ma blast mines
It ain't a threat, said it for the last time
Pull your fam through some sad times
In the streets, catch me with a, 9
Suited up, power moves during half-time
It's over, so consider it done, we marked
Got beef? Then we get 'em a
If ya heavyweight, we get 'em in tons
And if you never took a L, consider it won, what?
It's open season, all them C's, let's get it on
Who want to come down and test Cajun?
I'll slaughter all of ya if I want to, heard me patna?
Y'all gon' learn how to respect your father
I'm the street scholar, squeeze tight on my
And take what I want, get caked in my spot, chief
I knock out teeth when it's drama, no doubt
Might as well be summertime, the way the heat comes out
And I'm quick to collapse, so y'all better watch how you act
'Cause the the clip on my 38 will make my wrist snap back
And I draw like Doc Holiday, see ya tombstone
'Cause I'm ready, I'm so, so ready
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me (what you do?)
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me (what you say?)
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me
It really don't matter to me (what you do?)
Blackground, thug's world, 2G
It ain't gpn' stop baby, what
(What you say)
Yeah, no doubt, what, what
(What you do)
(What you do
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