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| LL Cool J G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) U Can't Fuck With Me (feat. Snoop Dogg, Xzibit, Jayo Felony) [LL Cool J (Snoop)] (Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z) Yeah (Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers) Yeah, Yeah Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me Duke 'em raw with them whores, 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 Killers and U know I deliver The double N, enough ammo for every nigga S, that spell Queens stupid ass, run it back That HBO shit, I must address that Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx? He pussy. Pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock, Ha [Chorus: LL Cool J (Snoop) {Xzibit} ] You can't fuck wit me {Can't fuck with me} I don't care about your imagery (Fuck, nigga) Give a fuck who you claim to be (Fucker, c'mon) You still can't fuck wit me You can't fuck wit me I don't care about your imagery (Fucker){Mother Fucker} Give a fuck who you claim to be {Yeah}(Nigga what) You still can't fuck wit me [Jayo Felony] No Go Who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle, 'cuz One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way I kill '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 "Nigga, what's this song mean" L got 'em cornered, bitch, 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 [Chorus] [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 shit like a shank *ugh* Don't make me stop and pull brakes Ya two downs are lookin cool, freakin a sound Yo, I get fucked up and terroize the town I'm the circus ring master so fuck 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' niggas retire but reclaim disability Agility, keppin' y'all outta the state penitentiary [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Look, nigga I, regulate, bake the cake Shake the fake, while keepin my faith (Uh-huh) Demonstatin' from the funk shit 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'ma smack your face (Bee-atch) Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (Say what) You did fucked up cuz I'm break these niggas Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay them off Big Dogg, in this motherfuckin' bar Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes y'all" We do this with no flaws I love my bitch 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, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' Beagel I take off on your ass like an eagle Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples Just incase a motherfucker wanna G Funk Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a piece on And they never hesitate to dissolve |
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