Xzibit - U Can't ***** With Me Lyrics
[ll cool j](snoop)(yeah, big snoop dogg, x to the z)Yeah(uncle l, blast these ***** ass mother*****ers)Yeah, yeahPour your dom on the floor, try to flow with meDuke em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (whooo)Your momma wanna chase, Im just statin the factL.a. think about your broad all I want is the stacksCats flashin in my face is who Im laughin at *hahahaha*So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin wit that?Thought cha girl aint feelin meWhy she grillin me, black?Admit Im the man or else Ill twist ya uterus backOn my lap, in the jet to miami and backWhen I tear through new school, all yall records is whackIm from q, for quiet killersAnd u know I deliverThe double n, enough ammo for every niggaS, that spell queens stupid ass, run it backThat hbo shit, I must address thatOnce and for all, whats my opinion on jamie foxx?He *****. ***** aint funny as chris rock, ha[chorus: ll cool j](snoop){xzibit}[both]You cant ***** wit me{cant ***** with me}I dont care about your imagery(*****, nigga)Give a ***** who you claim to be(*****er, cmon)You still cant ***** wit me[you cant ***** with me]You cant ***** wit me[you cant ***** with me]I dont care about your imagery(*****er){mother *****er}Give a ***** who you claim to be{yeah}(nigga what)You still cant ***** wit me[jayo felony]No goWho you thought it was? dont be *****in wit my uncle, cuzOne does up dick the pen in my streets go one wayI kill em in living color, on any given sundayThey all anxious to be waitin to see how ill is my styleAnd if it enough to make kevin lyle spit this out right nowAnd get em with juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projectsYou wanna die next?Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kidsWe got this rap game on lock, like a cake rockGimme the key, run up in your spotLike, you on your belly, gimme the keyWhat is it gonne be, what it is gonne seeWhen your blutter dont meanAnd if he keep tryna wipe it off, like nigga, whats this song meanL got em cornered, *****, why you speak like that?Tattoed def jam under your wing like thatWhat? you a rider, not in my house, mouthGlad to escape down south to my miami houseAnd fifty spring in the couch[chorus][xzibit]Lets play a game of big bank take little bank (yeah)Big dank take little dank (yeah)I average ninety-five in the paint (cmon)We comin down like a shankI know you wanna ride, but you cantWe all up in your shit like a shank *ugh*Dont make me stop and pull brakesYa two downs are lookin cool, freakin a soundYo, I get *****ed up and terroize the townIm the circus ring master so ***** the clownsI bust, lyrics and rounds at the lyricist loungeLost and found a new identity, from here to infinity (yeah)God have mercy on all my enemiesDont even test, waist your breath or your energyKnock ya whole family off, like the kennedysIm pledge sicker than age, with no type of remedyMakin niggas retire but reclaim disabilityAgility, keppin yall outta the state penitentiary[chorus][snoop dogg]Look, nigga i, regulate, bake the cakeShake the fake, while keepin my faith (uh-huh)Demonstatin from the funk shit to the hI bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plateYou weedin at my table, did you say your grace? (huh)You say the wrong thing and ima smack your face (bee-atch)Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (say what)You did *****ed up cuz Im break these niggasSpray them, liquidate em, fade em allSuckers, I hate em, laws I pay them offBig dogg, in this mother*****in barWit uncle l, dont tell baby dogg, yes yallWe do this with no flawsI love my ***** wit no drawers and no brasNo laws, we break em from the get-goSlidin by, ridin high when we get-goLove it or leave it, we love livin illegalServin or swervin in a 85 regalLook here, *****, you aint a mother*****in beagelI take off on your ass like an eagleWherever we go, we stay connected with my peoplesJust incase a mother*****er wanna g funkTwo of the homies, and one of em got a piece onAnd they never hesitate to dissolve
