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MICKEY MANTLE DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU
REAL1 & THE HOW YOU DOIN BAND FT. MARC RIZZO
OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO
• CHRISTINE SAMAROO •
- DIRECTOR • EDITOR • PRODUCER • DP
(Bronx Tale Intro)
“What are you a Yankee fan? — (Yeah.)
Sit down… Mickey Mantle makes $100,000 a year. How much does your father make? (I don’t know..) You don’t know? Go ask your father if he can’t make the rent see what Mickey Mantle tells you Mickey Mantle don’t care about you. So Why do you care about him?”
LYRICS
Give a fuck they win…
Give a Fuck they fuck lose…
Mickey Mantle Don’t care bout you
why you care about him
Said Mickey Mantle
Don’t care bout you
why you care about him
Here’s a lil diddy
Bout Jack & dyin
From the inside out
Pour what’s inside out
Pour another drink
Whole self come out
This is inside out
Reilly Reid my mind
I be happy to disgust
Bing Bong
Don’t you ever disrespect me
With a look like that
Hey why you look like that
You should bring that back
Shoulda saved that stack
Racks on Racks
Trade em in for gold
Cause Ya good As gold
And when ya old
You’re gone wish
That you ain’t had
That fuckin dream they sold
That Ya Bought in a bull
Try and’ sell in a bear
And Ain’t that bull
You Done had your share
But when your bare
The bitch just scored
ain’t gone’ care
About the clothes you wear
Only Got one pair
Only need one pair
That’s all me right there
Thank the man upstairs
And I gotta thank my pop
For my heart And my hair
He Told me dress smart
Stay sharp and aware
And Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah My Pop wore suits
Only listen to Frank
Yours wore boots
Only listen to hank
Blue suede shoes
Bout as sharp as a shank
He did Tullamore dew
Spit chew & he drank
Buried all eem’ money
Never went a the bank
Yeah he wore stripes
Never played for the yanks
He gave a fuck they lost
Gave a fuck if they win 
He said
Mickey Mantle
Don’t care about you
So Why care about him
Mickey Mantle don’t care bout you
Why you care bout him?
Here’s a lil diddy
Bout Jack & Coke
A man wit no filter
Like the strikes he smoke
My Grandpa was a G
Call em Broadway Billy
— Sold cars
Had a book
Ran a bar in the city
And If you want pity
He tell ya grab a dictionary
look between piss and pot
Gotta thank my Pop
For the pot I had to piss in
Though it wasn’t a lot
But my Pop…
Yeah my pop
My pop
Yeah my Pop wore suits
Only listen to Frank
Yours wore boots
Only listen to hank
Blue suede shoes
bout as sharp as a shank
He did Tellermordew
Spit chew & he drank
Buried all eem’ money
Never went a the bank
Yeah he wore stripes
Never played for the yanks
He gave a fuck they lost
Gave a fuck they win
Said Mickey Mantle don’t care about you why you care about him