U Can't Fuck With Me

[Intro: Snoop Dogg & (LL Cool J)] Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z (Yeah) Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: LL Cool J] Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me Duke, I'm raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (Wooo!) Your mama wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact L ain't think about your broad, all I want is the stacks Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at So you made a little dough, but what you doin' wit that? Thought ya girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black? Admit I'm the man, or else I'll twist her uterus back On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back What I care if you're new school? All y'all records is wack I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers And U know I deliver The double E-Nough 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, plus he ain't funny as Chris Rock, ha [Chorus: LL Cool J, Snoop Dogg & Xzibit] You can't fuck with 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 with me You can't fuck with me You can't fuck with me You can't fuck with me I don't care about your imagery Fucker, motherfucker Give a fuck who you claim to be Yeah, nigga what You still can't fuck with me [Verse 2: Jayo Felony] NO GO!!! Who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' with 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 Lile' spit this out right now And get him 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 gon' be? What it is, gon' see When your blood is on me And I keep tryna wipe it off, like, "Nigga, what's this on me?" L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that? Tattooed Def Jam under your wing like that What? You a rider, not in my house, mouse Glad to escape down South to my Miami house And fifty spring in the couch [Chorus: LL Cool J, Snoop Dogg & Xzibit] You can't fuck with 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 with me You can't fuck with me You can't fuck with me You can't fuck with me I don't care about your imagery Fucker, motherfucker Give a fuck who you claim to be Yeah, nigga what You still can't fuck with me [Verse 3: 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 skank I know you wanna ride, but you can't We all up in your shit like a shank Don't make me stop and pull brakes Ya too-downs are lookin' cool, freakin' a sound Yo, I get fucked up and terrorize the town I'm the circus ringmaster, 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, waste your breath or your energy Knock ya whole family off, like the Kennedy's A plague sicker than AIDS, with no type of remedy Makin' niggas retire, but claim Disability Agility, keepin' y'all outta the state penitentiary [Chorus: LL Cool J, Snoop Dogg & Xzibit] You can't fuck with 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 with me You can't fuck with me You can't fuck with me You can't fuck with me I don't care about your imagery Fucker, motherfucker Give a fuck who you claim to be Yeah, nigga what You still can't fuck with me [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] Look, nigga I – regulate, bake the cake Shake the fake, while keepin' my faith (Uh-huh) Demonstratin' from the function 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'ma break these niggas Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all Suckers, I hate 'em – laws, I pay them off Big Dogg, in this motherfucker, boi' Wit' Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes, y'all" We do this with no flaws I love my bitch with 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, Snoop ain't a motherfuckin' Beagel I take off on your ass like an eagle Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples Just in case a motherfucker wanna G Funk Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a piece on And they never hesitate to diesel