[LL Cool J](Snoop)
(Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z)
Yeah
(Uncle L, blast these b**h a** motherf**ers)
Yeah, Yeah
Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke 'em raw with them who*es, hide ya hoes from me (Whooo)
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.A. think about your broad all I want is the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at *HaHaHaHa*
So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin me
Why she grillin' me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back
When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm from Q, for Quiet k**ers
And U know I deliver
The double N, enough ammo for every n***a
S, that spell Queens stupid a**, run it back
That HBO sh**, I must address that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
He p**y. p**y ain't funny as Chris Rock, Ha
[Hook: LL Cool J](Snoop){Xzibit}[Both]
You can't f** wit me
{Can't f** with me}
I don't care about your imagery
(f**, n***a)
Give a f** who you claim to be
(f**er, c'mon)
You still can't f** wit me
[You can't f** with me]
You can't f** wit me
[You can't f** with me]
I don't care about your imagery
(f**er){Mother f**er}
Give a f** who you claim to be
{Yeah}(n***a what)
You still can't f** wit me
[Jayo Felony]
No Go
Who you thought it was? Don't be f**in' wit my Uncle, 'cuz
One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way
I k** '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 don't mean
And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like "n***a, what's this song mean"
L got 'em cornered, b**h, 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
[Hook]
[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 shank
I know you wanna ride, but you can't
We all up in your sh** like a shank *ugh*
Don't make me stop and pull brakes
Ya two downs are lookin cool, freakin a sound
Yo, I get f**ed up and terroize the town
I'm the circus ring master so f** 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, waist your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off, like the Kennedy's
I'm pledge sicker than age, with no type of remedy
Makin' n***as retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keppin' y'all outta the state penitentiary
[Hook]
[Snoop Dogg]
Look, n***a I, regulate, bake the cake
Shake the fake, while keepin my faith (Uh-huh)
Demonstatin' from the funk sh** 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'mma smack your face (Bee-atch)
Chase these n***as or waste these n***as (Say what)
You did f**ed up cuz I'm break these n***as
Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all
s**ers, I hate 'em, laws I pay them off
Big Dogg, in this motherf**in' bar
Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes y'all"
We do this with no flaws
I love my b**h 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, b**h, you ain't a motherf**in' Beagel
I take off on your a** like an eagle
Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples
Just incase a motherf**er wanna G Funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a piece on
And they never hesitate to dissolve