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[LL Cool J (Snoop)](Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z)Yeah(Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers)Yeah, YeahPour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with meDuke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (Whooo)Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the factL.A. think about your broad all I want is the stacksCats 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 meWhy she grillin' me, Black?Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus backOn my lap, in the jet to Miami and backWhen I tear through new school, all y'all records is whackI'm from Q, for Quiet Killersand U know I deliverThe double N, enough ammo for every niggaS, that spell Queens stupid ass, run it backThat HBO shit, I must address thatOnce 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 meYou can't fuck wit meI 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 GoWho you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle, 'cuzOne does up dick the pen in my streets go one wayI kill 'em In Living Color, on Any Given SundayThey all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my styleAnd if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right nowAnd get em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projectsYou wanna die next?Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kidsWe got this rap game on lock, like a cake rockGimme the key, run up in your spotLike, you on your belly, gimme the keyWhat is it gonne be, what it is gonne seeWhen your blutter don't meanAnd 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 thatWhat? You a rider, not in my house, MouthGlad to escape down south to my Miami houseAnd 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 shankI know you wanna ride, but you can'tWe all up in your shit like a shank *ugh*Don't make me stop and pull brakesYa two downs are lookin cool, freakin a soundYo, I get fucked up and terroize the townI'm the circus ring master so fuck the clownsI bust, lyrics and rounds at the Lyricist LoungeLost and Found a new identity, from here to infinity (Yeah)God have mercy on all my enemiesDon't even test, waist your breath or your energyKnock ya whole family off, like the Kennedy'sI'm pledge sicker than age, with no type of remedyMakin' niggas retire but reclaim disabilityAgility, keppin' y'all outta the state penitentiary[Chorus][Snoop Dogg]Look, nigga I, regulate, bake the cakeShake the fake, while keepin my faith (Uh-huh)Demonstatin' from the funk shit to the HI bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plateYou 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 niggasSpray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em allSuckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay them offBig Dogg, in this motherfuckin' barWit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes y'all"We do this with no flawsI love my bitch wit no drawers and no brasNo laws, we break 'em from the get-goSlidin' by, ridin high when we get-goLove it or leave it, we love livin illegalServin' or swervin in a '85 RegalLook here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' BeagelI take off on your ass like an eagleWherever we go, we stay connected with my peoplesJust incase a motherfucker wanna G FunkTwo of the homies, and one of 'em got a piece onAnd they never hesitate to dissolvemore