[LL Cool J](Snoop)
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(Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z)
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Yeah
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(Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers)
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Yeah, Yeah
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Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me
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Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (Whooo)
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Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
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L.A. think about your broad all I want is the stacks
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Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at *HaHaHaHa*
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So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin' wit that?
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Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin me
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Why she grillin' me, Black?
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Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
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On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back
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When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack
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I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers
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and U know I deliver
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The double N, enough ammo for every nigga
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S, that spell Queens stupid ass, run it back
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That HBO shit, I must address that
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Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
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He pussy. Pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock, Ha
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[Chorus: LL Cool J](Snoop){Xzibit}[Both]
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You can't fuck wit me
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{Can't fuck with me}
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I don't care about your imagery
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(Fuck, nigga)
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Give a fuck who you claim to be
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(Fucker, c'mon)
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You still can't fuck wit me
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[You can't fuck with me]
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You can't fuck wit me
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[You can't fuck with me]
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I don't care about your imagery
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(Fucker){Mother Fucker}
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Give a fuck who you claim to be
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{Yeah}(Nigga what)
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You still can't fuck wit me
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[Jayo Felony]
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No Go
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Who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle, 'cuz
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One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way
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I kill 'em In Living Color, on Any Given Sunday
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They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
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And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
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And get em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
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You wanna die next?
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Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids
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We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
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Gimme the key, run up in your spot
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Like, you on your belly, gimme the key
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What is it gonne be, what it is gonne see
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When your blutter don't mean
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And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like "Nigga, what's this song mean"
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L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that?
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Tattoed Def Jam under your wing like that
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What? You a rider, not in my house, Mouth
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Glad to escape down south to my Miami house
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And fifty spring in the couch
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[Chorus]
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[Xzibit]
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Let's play a game of big bank take little bank (Yeah)
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Big dank take little dank (Yeah)
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I average ninety-five in the paint (C'mon)
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We comin' down like a shank
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I know you wanna ride, but you can't
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We all up in your shit like a shank *ugh*
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Don't make me stop and pull brakes
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Ya two downs are lookin cool, freakin a sound
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Yo, I get fucked up and terrorize the town
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I'm the circus ring master so fuck the clowns
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I bust, lyrics and rounds at the Lyricist Lounge
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Lost and Found a new identity, from here to infinity (Yeah)
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God have mercy on all my enemies
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Don't even test, waste your breath or your energy
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Knock ya whole family off, like the Kennedy's
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I'm plague sicker than aids, with no type of remedy
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Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability
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Agility, keppin' y'all outta the state penitentiary
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[Chorus]
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Look, nigga I, regulate, bake the cake
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Shake the fake, while keepin my faith (Uh-huh)
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Demonstatin' from the funk shit to the H
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I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
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You weedin' at my table, did you say your grace? (Huh)
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You say the wrong thing and I'ma smack your face (Bee-atch)
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Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (Say what)
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You did fucked up cuz I'm break these niggas
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Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all
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Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay them off
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Big Dogg, in this motherfuckin' bar
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Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes y'all"
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We do this with no flaws
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I love my bitch wit no drawers and no bras
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No laws, we break 'em from the get-go
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Slidin' by, ridin high when we get-go
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Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal
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Servin' or swervin in a '85 Regal
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Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' Beagel
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I take off on your ass like an eagle
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| Wherever we go, |
