Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Fuck With Me

[ll j](snoop)
(yeah, big dogg, x to the z)

(uncle l, these bitch ass motherfuckers)
Yeah,

Pour dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke 'em raw them whores, hide ya hoes from me (whooo)
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the
L.a. think your broad all I want is the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm at *hahahaha*
So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin' wit
'cha girl ain't feelin me
Why she grillin' me,
Admit I'm the man or I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to miami and
When I tear new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm from q, for killers
And u I deliver
The double n, ammo for every nigga
S, that spell queens stupid ass, run it
hbo shit, I must address that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on foxx?
He pussy. ain't funny as chris rock, ha

[chorus: ll j](snoop){xzibit}[both]
You fuck wit me
{can't with me}
I care about your imagery
(fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you to be
(fucker, c'mon)
You can't fuck wit me
[you fuck with me]
You fuck wit me
[you fuck with me]
I don't about your imagery
(fucker){mother
Give a fuck who you to be
{yeah}(nigga what)
You can't fuck wit me

[jayo
No go
Who you it was? don't be fuckin' wit my uncle, ''cause
One up dick the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em in living color, on any given
They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my
And if it to make kevin lyle spit this out right now
And get em with juvenile feed puppies, bologna in the projects
You wanna die
Nah, he live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake
Gimme the key, run up in your
Like, you on your belly, the key
What is it be, what it is gonne see
When your don't mean
And if he keep tryna it off, like "nigga, what's this song mean"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak that?
Tattoed def jam under your wing that
What? you a rider, not in my house,
Glad to escape down south to my miami
And fifty spring in the

Let's play a game of big bank take bank (yeah)
Big dank little dank (yeah)
I average in the paint (c'mon)
We comin' down a shank
I know you ride, but you can't
We all up in your shit like a shank
Don't me stop and pull brakes
Ya two downs are cool, freakin a sound
Yo, I get fucked up and the town
I'm the ring master so fuck the clowns
I bust, and rounds at the lyricist lounge
Lost and found a new identity, from here to (yeah)
God mercy on all my enemies
even test, waist your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole off, like the kennedy's
I'm pledge sicker than age, no type of remedy
Makin' niggas retire but disability
Agility, keppin' y'all outta the penitentiary

[snoop
Look, i, regulate, bake the cake
the fake, while keepin my faith (uh-huh)
Demonstatin' from the shit to the h
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the on the plate
You weedin' at my table, did you say your (huh)
You say the wrong and i'ma smack your face (bee-atch)
Chase these or waste these niggas (say what)
You did fucked up 'cause I'm break these
them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay off
Big dogg, in motherfuckin' bar
Wit uncle l, don't tell dogg, "yes y'all"
We do this no flaws
I love my bitch wit no drawers and no
No laws, we break 'em from the
Slidin' by, high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love illegal
Servin' or in a '85 regal
Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin'
I off on your ass like an eagle
Wherever we go, we stay connected with my
Just incase a motherfucker g funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a on
And never hesitate to dissolve