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Song Details
Artist(s)
  • Ll Cool J
  • Album(s)
  • G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) (buy)
  • (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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