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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

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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