Too $hort (too Short) - You Can't f** With Us lyrics

[Noreaga ad libs for the first 18 seconds] [Chorus 2X: Petey Pablo + N.O.R.E.] Can't f** with us! Every car that we in Can't f** with us! You see it's somethin like a sin Can't f** with us! Man, you gotta show love Can't f** with us! Pimp player gangster or thug [N.O.R.E.] Yo, I'm Too $hort to b**hes, f**in with Poppalicious Nore holdin it down and bust biscuits (buck buck buck) New York crime scene things get risk-us (uh oh) Until I f**in grow them old man whiskers, I'ma stay on the block like Rocky, I'm papi Throwin batteries in the sock and rock aqui Noreaga plus I got my Famous Player card Himalaya, who the mayor, b**hes St. Bernard - sh** Stuck in love, since you got doo-doo Until I met Good Game and Pimp JuJu Taught me how to sell mooshu, in a Azuzu Go hard, thinkin you hard, I'm Monster Cody-ium At the Hip-Hop Summit, catch 'em at the podium But yo, you know how that go, gotta make the papes so Pimpin on a b**h hard, never catch a case doe Boot to your side, to your back, to your face [Chorus] [Petey Pablo] As I'm rollin with my homey down on the side Petey Pab', Short Dawg in a low-ride 'Bout to take a trip up to the Eastside Whattup Nore? Give your boy half on a hoe pie I love to rock the crowd Take my shirt off, let my chest bounce around Got missin for a minute but I'm back now Time to give some of these sissies here the hush mouth You've been waitin and anticipatin oh-so-long Starvin like Marvin for a Petey song Tired of Carolina bein stepped on, stepped over Next time, I'ma get the award Or I'ma beat the n***a a** who won I ain't gon' wait for the camera to cut I'ma light him up Dem jab, right cross, dem uppercut Y'all n***az can't f** with us, a huh huh, huh huh [Chorus] [Too $hort] I'm doin donuts at the light, I ain't got no sense I drive crazy, cause they can't stop no pimp On my way to nowhere, drivin hella fast And everytime I see a cop, I give it hella gas I swerved doin 40 in a curve But I whiffed them other s**ers still smokin on my herb Man I got this, now I'm doin 60 on a backstreet Knowin this hound wants to lick me She won't give up, I keep goin You wonder how these old-a** hoes keep hoein It's the game; that's what I put in these women From the beginnin to the endin That's why these old-a** pimps keep pimpin And these broke-a** hoes be limpin Cain't get right, f**ed up your life n***a mad he ain't ballin tonight [Chorus] [Too $hort] (Can't f** with us!) Can't f** with me (Can't f** with us!) Can't f** with the real ones n***a (Can't f** with us!) Lil beotch (Can't f** with us!) Can't f** with a real G (Can't f** with us!) They can't f** with us man (Can't f** with us!) (Can't f** with us!) Don't even try it (Can't f** with us!) Nah nah n***a, this ain't for you