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Too Short - You Can't F**k With Us lyrics
[Noreaga ad libs for the first 18 seconds] [Chorus 2x: Petey Pablo + N.O.R.E.] Can't fuck with us! Every car that we in Can't fuck with us! You see it's somethin like a sin Can't fuck with us! Man, you gotta show love Can't fuck with us! Pimp player gangster or thug [Verse One: N.O.R.E.] Yo, I'm Too $hort to bitches, fuckin with Poppalicious Nore holdin it down and bust biscuits (buck buck buck) New York crime scene things get risk-us (uh oh) Until I fuckin 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, bitches St. Bernard - shit 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 bitch hard, never catch a case doe Boot to your side, to your back, to your face [Chorus] [Verse Two: 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 nigga ass 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 niggaz can't fuck with us, a huh huh, huh huh [Chorus] [Verse Three: 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 suckers 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-ass 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-ass pimps keep pimpin And these broke-ass hoes be limpin Cain't get right, fucked up your life Nigga mad he ain't ballin tonight [Chorus] [Too $hort] (Can't fuck with us!) Can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with us!) Can't fuck with the real ones nigga (Can't fuck with us!) Lil beotch (Can't fuck with us!) Can't fuck with a real G (Can't fuck with us!) They can't fuck with us man (Can't fuck with us!) (Can't fuck with us!) Don't even try it (Can't fuck with us!) Nah nah nigga, this ain't for you. |
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