| Lyrics: | [LL Cool J](Snoop)
(Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z)
Yeah
(Uncle L, blast these bitch
ass motherfuckers)
Yeah, Yeah
Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke
'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (Whooo)
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 *HaHaHaHa*
So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin' wit
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 U 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, Ha
[Chorus: LL Cool
J](Snoop){Xzibit}[Both]
You can't fuck wit me
{Can't fuck with me}
I don't care about
your imagery
(Fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(Fucker, c'mon)
You still
can't fuck wit me
[You can't fuck with me]
You can't fuck wit me
[You can't fuck with
me]
I don't care about your imagery
(Fucker){Mother Fucker}
Give a fuck who you claim to
be
{Yeah}(Nigga what)
You still can't fuck wit me
[Jayo Felony]
No Go
Who
you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle, 'cuz
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 i |
