Rick Rock - Why They Don't f** With Us lyrics

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Rick Rock - Why They Don't f** With Us lyrics

(Intro) Y'all ready for this ARE YOU READY!!!!!! Ho, uh, uh (Chorus - 2x) Why they don't f** with us Don't f** with us, don't f** with us Don't f** with us [E-40] I use colorful rhymes, you probably heard From somebody else's lit, but really it's my spit I came from the streets, I'm not from the 'burbs Although I stay in the burbs, I come from the streets Money hungry hustlers trying to make ends meet Stingy young brothers when we walk we squeak Have street, have money, have heart I ain't trying to but I'm trying to go off the park I'm on deck, Sick Wid It Records I rep I'm a vet, but I spit like a youngster from the set I ain't tripping, I knew it was political They left us out the top for us, me and Mystikal I rap fast but you could quote my rhymes The greatest game spitter of all times The most underrated rapper in the game But everybody wanna use my slang (Chorus - 4x) [E-40] I don't know what they was thinking When they thought what they was thinking But they sh** enough to f** it I've been a hustler since birth So when they haul me off and Put me up in that hearse remember this verse I did a song with Fred Durst, as far as the independent Underground scene, I was the first To get a big deal, couple mill, and some mo' See times have changed ever since then back in '94 Playa been eating off that bill, for a while I always did me I never changed my style I gave it to you raw and uncut 75 percent of the words, I made it up You ask me why I speak the real the way I feel How come E-40 so groupie and y'all so game goofy Started to the back that I'm a force They never put me on the cover of The Source (Chorus - 4x) [E-40] Next tape, they can't trace the calls I change numbers, like a playa changes draws I'm having money, money long stretch like a bungee When he use to come around ask the easter bunny (Tell me do you know E-40) Bet you the players say that's the homie You liable to find me on the AVE. on the main drag Or on the corner sipping yac up out a brown paper bag I don't need no iron im already creased Enough game to sell sand to a beach Enough game to sell a hooker to a priest Enough game to sell rookie rocket Scottie to a street I rap fast but you could quote my rhymes The greatest game spitter of all times The most underrated rapper in the game But everybody wanna use my slang (Chorus - 4x) (*ad-libs*)