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- LL COOL J - U Can’t Fuck With Me Lyrics
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- [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 is my style
- And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
- And get em with Juvenile feed pitbull 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 gonne be, what it is gonne 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?
- Tattoed 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
- [Chorus]
- [Xzibit]
- Let's play a game of big bank take little bank (Yeah)
- Big dank take little dank (Yeah)
- I average ninety-five in the paint (C'mon)
- We comin' down like a shank
- I know you wanna ride, but you can't
- We all up in your shit like a shank *ugh*
- Don't make me stop and pull brakes
- Ya two downs are lookin cool, freakin a sound
- Yo, I get fucked up and terroize 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 (Yeah)
- 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, keppin' y'all outta the state penitentiary
- [Chorus]
- [Snoop Dogg]
- Look, nigga I, regulate, bake the cake
- Shake the fake, while keepin my faith (Uh-huh)
- Demonstatin' 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? (Huh)
- You say the wrong thing and I'ma smack your face (Bee-atch)
- Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (Say what)
- You did fucked up cuz 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
- Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes y'all"
- We do this with no flaws
- I love my bitch wit 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' Beagel
- I take off on your ass like an eagle
- Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples
- Just incase 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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