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LL COOL J
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U Can't Fuck With Me (Featuring Snoop Dogg, Xzibit And Jayo Felony)
Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers
Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact L.A., think about your broad, all I want is the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at So you made a little dough but wutchu doin' with that? Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black? Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers and you know I deliver The double N, enough ammo for every nigga
S that spell Queens stupid ass, run it back That HBO shit, I must address that Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx? He pussy, pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock
You can't fuck with me I don't care about your imagery Give a fuck who you claim to be You still can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me I don't care about your imagery Give a fuck who you claim to be You still can't fuck with me
No go, who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' with my Uncle 'Cause one does up dick the pen in my streets go one way I kill 'em in Living Color on Any Given Sunday They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now And get 'em with Juvenile feed pit bull puppies Bologna in the projects, you wanna die next? Nah, he wanna live and he loves his kids We got this rap game on lock like a cake rock Gimme the key, run up in your spot Like you on your belly, gimme the key
What is it gonna be, what it is gonna see when your blutter don't mean And if he keep tryna wipe it off like, 'Nigga, what's this song mean' L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that? Tattooed Def Jam under your wing like that What? You a rider, not in my house, Mouth Glad to escape down south to my Miami house And fifty spring in the couch
You can't fuck with me I don't care about your imagery Give a fuck who you claim to be You still can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me I don't care about your imagery Give a fuck who you claim to be You still can't fuck with me
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Let's play a game of big bank take little bank Big dank, take little dank I average ninety-five in the paint We comin' down like a shank I know you wanna ride but you can't We all up in your shit like a shank
Don't make me stop and pull brakes Ya two downs are lookin' cool, freakin' a sound Yo, I get fucked up and terrorize the town I'm the circus ring master, so fuck the clowns
I bust lyrics and rounds at the Lyricist Lounge Lost and found a new identity from here to infinity God have mercy on all my enemies Don't even test, waist your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off like the Kennedy's I'm pledge sicker than age with no type of remedy Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability Agility, keepin' y'all outta the state penitentiary
You can't fuck with me I don't care about your imagery Give a fuck who you claim to be You still can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me I don't care about your imagery Give a fuck who you claim to be You still can't fuck with me
Look nigga, I regulate, bake the cake Shake the fake while keepin' my faith Demonstratin' from the funk shit to the H I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
You weedin' at my table, did you say your grace? You say the wrong thing and I'ma smack your face Chase these niggas or waste these niggas You did fucked up 'cause I'm break these niggas
Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all Suckers, I hate 'em laws, I pay them off Big Dogg in this motherfuckin' bar With Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, 'Yes y'all'
We do this with no flaws I love my bitch with no drawers and no bras No laws, we break 'em from the get-go Slidin' by, ridin' high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love livin' illegal Servin' or swervin' in a '85 Regal Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' Beagle I take off on your ass like an eagle
Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples Just in case a motherfucker wanna G Funk Two of the homies and one of 'em got a piece on And they never hesitate to dissolve
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