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Song title: Xzibit - U Can't Fuck With Me

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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, Im just statin the fact
L.a. think about your broad all I want is the stacks
Cats 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 me
Why she grillin me, black?
Admit Im the man or else Ill twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to miami and back
When I tear through new school, all yall records is whack
Im 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, whats my opinion on jamie foxx?
He pussy. pussy aint funny as chris rock, ha

[chorus: ll cool j](snoop){xzibit}[both]
You cant fuck wit me
{cant fuck with me}
I dont care about your imagery
(fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(fucker, cmon)
You still cant fuck wit me
[you cant fuck with me]
You cant fuck wit me
[you cant fuck with me]
I dont care about your imagery
(fucker){mother fucker}
Give a fuck who you claim to be
{yeah}(nigga what)
You still cant fuck wit me

[jayo felony]
No go
Who you thought it was? dont 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 dont mean
And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like nigga, whats 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]
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 shank
I know you wanna ride, but you cant
We all up in your shit like a shank *ugh*
Dont make me stop and pull brakes
Ya two downs are lookin cool, freakin a sound
Yo, I get fucked up and terroize the town
Im 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
Dont even test, waist your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off, like the kennedys
Im pledge sicker than age, with no type of remedy
Makin niggas retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keppin yall 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 ima smack your face (bee-atch)
Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (say what)
You did fucked up cuz Im 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, dont tell baby dogg, yes yall
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 aint 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