[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}[Both]

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 with me]

You can't fuck wit me

[You can't fuck with 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 i