[Noreaga ad libs for the first 18 seconds]
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[Chorus 2x: Petey Pablo + N.O.R.E.]
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Can't fuck with us! Every car that we in
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Can't fuck with us! You see it's somethin like a sin
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Can't fuck with us! Man, you gotta show love
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Can't fuck with us! Pimp player gangster or thug
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[Verse One: N.O.R.E.]
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Yo, I'm Too $hort to bitches, fuckin with Poppalicious
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Nore holdin it down and bust biscuits (buck buck buck)
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New York crime scene things get risk-us (uh oh)
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Until I fuckin grow them old man whiskers, I'ma
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stay on the block like Rocky, I'm papi
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Throwin batteries in the sock and rock aqui
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Noreaga plus I got my Famous Player card
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Himalaya, who the mayor, bitches St. Bernard - shit
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Stuck in love, since you got doo-doo
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Until I met Good Game and Pimp JuJu
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Taught me how to sell mooshu, in a Azuzu
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Go hard, thinkin you hard, I'm Monster Cody-ium
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At the Hip-Hop Summit, catch 'em at the podium
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But yo, you know how that go, gotta make the papes so
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Pimpin on a bitch hard, never catch a case doe
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Boot to your side, to your back, to your face
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two: Petey Pablo]
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As I'm rollin with my homey down on the side
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Petey Pab', Short Dawg in a low-ride
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'Bout to take a trip up to the Eastside
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Whattup Nore? Give your boy half on a hoe pie
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I love to rock the crowd
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Take my shirt off, let my chest bounce around
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Got missin for a minute but I'm back now
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Time to give some of these sissies here the hush mouth
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You've been waitin and anticipatin oh-so-long
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Starvin like Marvin for a Petey song
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Tired of Carolina bein stepped on, stepped over
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Next time, I'ma get the award
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Or I'ma beat the nigga ass who won
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I ain't gon' wait for the camera to cut
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I'ma light him up
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Dem jab, right cross, dem uppercut
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Y'all niggaz can't fuck with us, a huh huh, huh huh
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Too $hort]
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I'm doin donuts at the light, I ain't got no sense
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I drive crazy, cause they can't stop no pimp
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On my way to nowhere, drivin hella fast
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And everytime I see a cop, I give it hella gas
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I swerved doin 40 in a curve
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But I whiffed them other suckers still smokin on my herb
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Man I got this, now I'm doin 60 on a backstreet
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Knowin this hound wants to lick me
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She won't give up, I keep goin
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You wonder how these old-ass hoes keep hoein
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It's the game; that's what I put in these women
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From the beginnin to the endin
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That's why these old-ass pimps keep pimpin
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And these broke-ass hoes be limpin
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Cain't get right, fucked up your life
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Nigga mad he ain't ballin tonight
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[Chorus]
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[Too $hort]
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(Can't fuck with us!) Can't fuck with me
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(Can't fuck with us!) Can't fuck with the real ones nigga
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(Can't fuck with us!) Lil beotch
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(Can't fuck with us!) Can't fuck with a real G
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(Can't fuck with us!) They can't fuck with us man
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(Can't fuck with us!)
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(Can't fuck with us!) Don't even try it
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(Can't fuck with us!) Nah nah nigga, this ain't for you
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You Can't Fuck With Us
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| Too Short |
