U Can’t Fuck With MeLL Cool J

[Intro: Snoop Dogg & (LL Cool J)]
Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z
(Yeah)
Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke I'm raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (wooo!)
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
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, plus he ain't funny as Chris Rock, ha

[Chorus: LL Cool J, Snoop Dogg & Xzibit]
You can't fuck with 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 with me
You can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me
I don't care about your imagery
Fucker, motherfucker
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Yeah, nigga what
You still can't fuck with me

[Verse 2: Jayo Felony]
NO GO!!!
Who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' with 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 gon' be, what it is gon' 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?
Tattooed 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: LL Cool J, Snoop Dogg & Xzibit]
You can't fuck with 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 with me
You can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me
I don't care about your imagery
Fucker, motherfucker
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Yeah, nigga what
You still can't fuck with me

[Verse 3: 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
Don't make me stop and pull brakes
Ya two downs are lookin' cool, freakin' a sound
Yo, I get fucked up and terrorize the town
I'm the circus ringmaster 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, waste 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: LL Cool J, Snoop Dogg & Xzibit]
You can't fuck with 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 with me
You can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me
I don't care about your imagery
Fucker, motherfucker
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Yeah, nigga what
You still can't fuck with me

[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
Look, nigga I, regulate, bake the cake
Shake the fake, while keepin' my faith (uh-huh)
Demonstratin' 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 'cause I'ma 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 with 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 in case a motherfucker wanna G Funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a piece on
And they never hesitate to dissolve