Josh Butler - I Ain't f**in' With You lyrics

[Intro] What, n***a, you got problems n***a you don't want no problems with me, sh** n***a you ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick You little b**h a** n***a, n***as be hovering n***as be bothering you I ain't f**in' with y'all I ain't f**in with you I guess I got a bad attitude [Verse 1] I spit slick sh** like K-Y Jelly Out for the mel like Melle I'm f**ing you tonight before R. Kelly My b**hes dance with their belly And f** me with their eyes See crime is rarely organized In the land of the blind, the one eyed is genie A male chauvinist keep them barefoot in a two piece bikini Need a bulletproof beenie when n***as got five minutes of funk Make them disappear like Houdini And whodunnit - a hood riddah Got old folks scared just to go outside on their front porch And all this bullsh** is going on in church of course (but but but but but wait it gets worse) I could instill a semi-automatic verse And draw blood like a nurse Correspond like a kite in prison On the mic I bomb like nuclear fission Alphabetic mathematician Your prerogative is my decision My litigation gives me a reputation For giving n***as no get back like black reparations You're doing too much (why?) Cause I'm going to be rich n***a I put that on my two nuts [Refrain] I ain't f**in' with you You're not to be f**ed with (Big n***a I thought you knew) Cause we find this n***as mood is rude But I know the Cause of your sh**ty attitude [Verse 2] Now whenever I'm fed up, we can go head up My ex-b**h called me a dog so I piss with one leg up Straight up and down three hundred and sixty-five rounds One in the chamber for leap year, keep clear I get my hands dirty like a sanitation worker, so "What's beef?" Beef is that meat inside a hamburger In man-murder, I stand further apart And Beat more rappers than Dr. Dre, Mo Bee, Diamond D, and Mark Sparks The quintessential microphonist Smoke the 50 thousand dollar bonus Swarming your green like locust Your vegetation was supposed to be edumacation Left a n***a feeling like he's stranded in Serbia and he's the only Croatians No relation that's my justification for ripping n***as Stripping n***as bigga figgas Dippin' strippers in the First King; In the cut like scissors Shoot her to the tilt and long dick her Bang her to the point of exhaustion truly I ride her like that "Pony" song and flip her like the dolphin movie Listen no an*l s** and no kissing Doggystyles my favorite position Insisting that you grab your ankles and lay face down b**h Play like cuss words on the radio and turn that a** around I puts it down like Daly though, it's all gravy though Priority Records got to pay me though but [Refrain] [Verse 3] Now when it's on, then it's on; No shame in my game Cowards wouldn't bust a grape if their name was Champagne! I change lanes on dirtbikes And change direction at the speed of light I use my feet to catch the dice n***as gamble everyday anyway Paying the price of life, k** a fifth of E&J every night Got every right to be impolite. I've been mad So how the f** I'm supposed to keep my act clean like Sinbad See white people burn your church The see you in the mall and clutch their purse Treat a n***a like dirt when the black man was here first That's why I be on one officially f** white people in general and f** the police specifically You got at me, but you're missing me sideways Son, I'm giving rappers a curfew like I gave birth to you Don't be calling them sh** shades, when you know that it's curtains for you I'm certain I'm hurting a few egos: Toni Montana's a nino Stompin' with the big dog tino, see though I'll pull your card and get your chips, like pokeno From Yugoslavia to Reno, Yeah homie we know [Refrain x3]