I Don't F* With You 歌词
| 歌曲 | I Don't F* With You |
| 歌手 | Geto Boys |
| 专辑 | Da Good da Bad & da Ugly |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Armstrong, Baker, Beale ... | |
| Intro： | |
| [willie d] | |
| Flip flop ass niggas | |
| Ah yeah | |
| Geto boys and outlawz | |
| Recognize the mob nigga | |
| I don't fuck with you | |
| So put your hands on me | |
| [scarface] | |
| Yeah best said by homeboy willie d | |
| Triple cross to mexico | |
| [willie d] | |
| I don't fuck with you | |
| [scarface] | |
| That's some smooth hidin' | |
| Lowdown dirty motherfuckers | |
| That you thought was cool | |
| Do you know me | |
| [willie d] | |
| I don't fuck with you | |
| [scarface] | |
| I know what's happenin' with that | |
| All the hoes | |
| Let me take y'all niggas back to this incident | |
| Verse 1: | |
| [gotti of fifth ward circle (fwc)] | |
| Nigga you full of shit | |
| Bitch now what is this, trick | |
| Some new shit | |
| Straight from yo hottub piss | |
| Nigga i don't do it | |
| Fuck around here with you | |
| Oh, i smell puke, do | |
| That's on you, true | |
| You hit's 'em hard dog | |
| And ho went hard, thought | |
| You betray hard, lord | |
| You straight fraud, brought | |
| [scarface] | |
| Now on means, things stay out my face | |
| You oughta play, like outta space | |
| This niggas foul, runnin' off at the mouth | |
| He talkin' loud, all of infront the crowd | |
| [willie d] | |
| Dog, i knew this nigga, what | |
| We used to roll, roll | |
| I saved his life, right | |
| But he was shot at, trife | |
| He burned his greed, deep | |
| I spit his wig, shit | |
| He met the gravedigger | |
| Cause i'm the realest nigga | |
| Chorus: | |
| [dmg of facemob] | |
| You niggas came here ridin' through | |
| (i don't fuck with you) | |
| Heard the lavish thing we do | |
| (i don't fuck with you) | |
| Shook a finger to my crew | |
| (we don't fuck with you) | |
| For suck a dick until you blew, | |
| Cause we don't fuck with you | |
| Hey bitch, you like the things we do | |
| (i don't fuck with you) | |
| Scared if i hit you, you might sue | |
| (i don't fuck with you) | |
| You swear you gang can bang a new | |
| (i don't fuck with you) | |
| But best keep doin' the shit we do, | |
| Cause we don't fuck with you | |
| Verse 2: | |
| [e.d.i of the outlawz] | |
| Now everytime is see you ass | |
| I see the bitch in your eyes | |
| And what a lie | |
| Ain't no surprise | |
| Now you fuck with that sign | |
| It's a cold thing, | |
| You got the game fuck up | |
| Brown nose and every other nigga rich, | |
| Like a broke bitch | |
| Excuse me miss, yeah you | |
| You need to sit with me piss | |
| I'ma get rich, | |
| While you stuck in that fuck shit | |
| Thug shit is what claim and bang | |
| And never change | |
| While you change | |
| Suckin' and fuckin' for everyday | |
| Verse 3: | |
| [napolean of the outlawz] | |
| Yeah, i see some niggas come and go | |
| With a fifth of hennesy to show | |
| When we toss hoes, we share hoes | |
| And niggas be frontin where the clothes go | |
| (?) | |
| What you spinnin' like young po | |
| You hang around with the studio time | |
| But nigga, what the fuck is you here fo' | |
| Can you listen, please | |
| So you got your glock, laid squeeze | |
| Try like i could fuck with you | |
| Or i have to bomb on you | |
| Put it with your punk-ass | |
| No heart, no light, no bitch and no care | |
| You some bad boy killers | |
| When we see y'all niggas snatch cash | |
| Chorus: | |
| Verse 4: | |
| [young noble of the outlawz] | |
| These billy-teen-ass niggas, | |
| Pullin'-scheme-ass niggas | |
| Fiend-ass niggas, | |
| Shootin'-dream-ass niggas | |
| I mean, why anybody sound like pac nowadays | |
| But switch it up, be on way | |
| Y'all gay-assed on anything | |
| Stay tuned to the saga | |
| Drama bring karma, karma bring charges | |
| Whipin' y'all | |
| Completely all the job did | |
| Darkness, fuck y'all shit | |
| Cause we the hardest | |
| Nasty new street regardless | |
| So ease out you nuggets, faget | |
| Verse 5: | |
| [kastro of the outlawz] | |
| Beg down, i truck a young bug | |
| Don't get it fucked up | |
| Hit the strip, get a grip nigga | |
| And blow some shit up | |
| Talk fast and all ass, nigga | |
| You ain't got no nuts | |
| Don't trick yourself out your life | |
| You need to hide in the cup | |
| What's up | |
| Come on holla at your boy, real quick | |
| I swallow hard times, | |
| And make it come out when i piss | |
| Nigga pop pass the mack and i ain't black | |
| Picture that | |
| The same nigga that'll die for you | |
| When you fall get your back | |
| It's me, drunk as can be, | |
| In your bitch ass | |
| Singin' ?stagalee? | |
| Worry free on your bitch ass | |
| Blast back, ask that, | |
| Snap back like some whiplash | |
| Young cash is black packed | |
| Slap your rap with a big guess | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Armstrong, Baker, Beale ... | |
| Intro: | |
| willie d | |
| Flip flop ass niggas | |
| Ah yeah | |
| Geto boys and outlawz | |
| Recognize the mob nigga | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| So put your hands on me | |
| scarface | |
| Yeah best said by homeboy willie d | |
| Triple cross to mexico | |
| willie d | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| scarface | |
| That' s some smooth hidin' | |
| Lowdown dirty motherfuckers | |
| That you thought was cool | |
| Do you know me | |
| willie d | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| scarface | |
| I know what' s happenin' with that | |
| All the hoes | |
| Let me take y' all niggas back to this incident | |
| Verse 1: | |
| gotti of fifth ward circle fwc | |
| Nigga you full of shit | |
| Bitch now what is this, trick | |
| Some new shit | |
| Straight from yo hottub piss | |
| Nigga i don' t do it | |
| Fuck around here with you | |
| Oh, i smell puke, do | |
| That' s on you, true | |
| You hit' s ' em hard dog | |
| And ho went hard, thought | |
| You betray hard, lord | |
| You straight fraud, brought | |
| scarface | |
| Now on means, things stay out my face | |
| You oughta play, like outta space | |
| This niggas foul, runnin' off at the mouth | |
| He talkin' loud, all of infront the crowd | |
| willie d | |
| Dog, i knew this nigga, what | |
| We used to roll, roll | |
| I saved his life, right | |
| But he was shot at, trife | |
| He burned his greed, deep | |
| I spit his wig, shit | |
| He met the gravedigger | |
| Cause i' m the realest nigga | |
| Chorus: | |
| dmg of facemob | |
| You niggas came here ridin' through | |
| i don' t fuck with you | |
| Heard the lavish thing we do | |
| i don' t fuck with you | |
| Shook a finger to my crew | |
| we don' t fuck with you | |
| For suck a dick until you blew, | |
| Cause we don' t fuck with you | |
| Hey bitch, you like the things we do | |
| i don' t fuck with you | |
| Scared if i hit you, you might sue | |
| i don' t fuck with you | |
| You swear you gang can bang a new | |
| i don' t fuck with you | |
| But best keep doin' the shit we do, | |
| Cause we don' t fuck with you | |
| Verse 2: | |
| e. d. i of the outlawz | |
| Now everytime is see you ass | |
| I see the bitch in your eyes | |
| And what a lie | |
| Ain' t no surprise | |
| Now you fuck with that sign | |
| It' s a cold thing, | |
| You got the game fuck up | |
| Brown nose and every other nigga rich, | |
| Like a broke bitch | |
| Excuse me miss, yeah you | |
| You need to sit with me piss | |
| I' ma get rich, | |
| While you stuck in that fuck shit | |
| Thug shit is what claim and bang | |
| And never change | |
| While you change | |
| Suckin' and fuckin' for everyday | |
| Verse 3: | |
| napolean of the outlawz | |
| Yeah, i see some niggas come and go | |
| With a fifth of hennesy to show | |
| When we toss hoes, we share hoes | |
| And niggas be frontin where the clothes go | |
| ? | |
| What you spinnin' like young po | |
| You hang around with the studio time | |
| But nigga, what the fuck is you here fo' | |
| Can you listen, please | |
| So you got your glock, laid squeeze | |
| Try like i could fuck with you | |
| Or i have to bomb on you | |
| Put it with your punkass | |
| No heart, no light, no bitch and no care | |
| You some bad boy killers | |
| When we see y' all niggas snatch cash | |
| Chorus: | |
| Verse 4: | |
| young noble of the outlawz | |
| These billyteenass niggas, | |
| Pullin' schemeass niggas | |
| Fiendass niggas, | |
| Shootin' dreamass niggas | |
| I mean, why anybody sound like pac nowadays | |
| But switch it up, be on way | |
| Y' all gayassed on anything | |
| Stay tuned to the saga | |
| Drama bring karma, karma bring charges | |
| Whipin' y' all | |
| Completely all the job did | |
| Darkness, fuck y' all shit | |
| Cause we the hardest | |
| Nasty new street regardless | |
| So ease out you nuggets, faget | |
| Verse 5: | |
| kastro of the outlawz | |
| Beg down, i truck a young bug | |
| Don' t get it fucked up | |
| Hit the strip, get a grip nigga | |
| And blow some shit up | |
| Talk fast and all ass, nigga | |
| You ain' t got no nuts | |
| Don' t trick yourself out your life | |
| You need to hide in the cup | |
| What' s up | |
| Come on holla at your boy, real quick | |
| I swallow hard times, | |
| And make it come out when i piss | |
| Nigga pop pass the mack and i ain' t black | |
| Picture that | |
| The same nigga that' ll die for you | |
| When you fall get your back | |
| It' s me, drunk as can be, | |
| In your bitch ass | |
| Singin' ? stagalee? | |
| Worry free on your bitch ass | |
| Blast back, ask that, | |
| Snap back like some whiplash | |
| Young cash is black packed | |
| Slap your rap with a big guess | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Armstrong, Baker, Beale ... | |
| Intro: | |
| willie d | |
| Flip flop ass niggas | |
| Ah yeah | |
| Geto boys and outlawz | |
| Recognize the mob nigga | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| So put your hands on me | |
| scarface | |
| Yeah best said by homeboy willie d | |
| Triple cross to mexico | |
| willie d | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| scarface | |
| That' s some smooth hidin' | |
| Lowdown dirty motherfuckers | |
| That you thought was cool | |
| Do you know me | |
| willie d | |
| I don' t fuck with you | |
| scarface | |
| I know what' s happenin' with that | |
| All the hoes | |
| Let me take y' all niggas back to this incident | |
| Verse 1: | |
| gotti of fifth ward circle fwc | |
| Nigga you full of shit | |
| Bitch now what is this, trick | |
| Some new shit | |
| Straight from yo hottub piss | |
| Nigga i don' t do it | |
| Fuck around here with you | |
| Oh, i smell puke, do | |
| That' s on you, true | |
| You hit' s ' em hard dog | |
| And ho went hard, thought | |
| You betray hard, lord | |
| You straight fraud, brought | |
| scarface | |
| Now on means, things stay out my face | |
| You oughta play, like outta space | |
| This niggas foul, runnin' off at the mouth | |
| He talkin' loud, all of infront the crowd | |
| willie d | |
| Dog, i knew this nigga, what | |
| We used to roll, roll | |
| I saved his life, right | |
| But he was shot at, trife | |
| He burned his greed, deep | |
| I spit his wig, shit | |
| He met the gravedigger | |
| Cause i' m the realest nigga | |
| Chorus: | |
| dmg of facemob | |
| You niggas came here ridin' through | |
| i don' t fuck with you | |
| Heard the lavish thing we do | |
| i don' t fuck with you | |
| Shook a finger to my crew | |
| we don' t fuck with you | |
| For suck a dick until you blew, | |
| Cause we don' t fuck with you | |
| Hey bitch, you like the things we do | |
| i don' t fuck with you | |
| Scared if i hit you, you might sue | |
| i don' t fuck with you | |
| You swear you gang can bang a new | |
| i don' t fuck with you | |
| But best keep doin' the shit we do, | |
| Cause we don' t fuck with you | |
| Verse 2: | |
| e. d. i of the outlawz | |
| Now everytime is see you ass | |
| I see the bitch in your eyes | |
| And what a lie | |
| Ain' t no surprise | |
| Now you fuck with that sign | |
| It' s a cold thing, | |
| You got the game fuck up | |
| Brown nose and every other nigga rich, | |
| Like a broke bitch | |
| Excuse me miss, yeah you | |
| You need to sit with me piss | |
| I' ma get rich, | |
| While you stuck in that fuck shit | |
| Thug shit is what claim and bang | |
| And never change | |
| While you change | |
| Suckin' and fuckin' for everyday | |
| Verse 3: | |
| napolean of the outlawz | |
| Yeah, i see some niggas come and go | |
| With a fifth of hennesy to show | |
| When we toss hoes, we share hoes | |
| And niggas be frontin where the clothes go | |
| ? | |
| What you spinnin' like young po | |
| You hang around with the studio time | |
| But nigga, what the fuck is you here fo' | |
| Can you listen, please | |
| So you got your glock, laid squeeze | |
| Try like i could fuck with you | |
| Or i have to bomb on you | |
| Put it with your punkass | |
| No heart, no light, no bitch and no care | |
| You some bad boy killers | |
| When we see y' all niggas snatch cash | |
| Chorus: | |
| Verse 4: | |
| young noble of the outlawz | |
| These billyteenass niggas, | |
| Pullin' schemeass niggas | |
| Fiendass niggas, | |
| Shootin' dreamass niggas | |
| I mean, why anybody sound like pac nowadays | |
| But switch it up, be on way | |
| Y' all gayassed on anything | |
| Stay tuned to the saga | |
| Drama bring karma, karma bring charges | |
| Whipin' y' all | |
| Completely all the job did | |
| Darkness, fuck y' all shit | |
| Cause we the hardest | |
| Nasty new street regardless | |
| So ease out you nuggets, faget | |
| Verse 5: | |
| kastro of the outlawz | |
| Beg down, i truck a young bug | |
| Don' t get it fucked up | |
| Hit the strip, get a grip nigga | |
| And blow some shit up | |
| Talk fast and all ass, nigga | |
| You ain' t got no nuts | |
| Don' t trick yourself out your life | |
| You need to hide in the cup | |
| What' s up | |
| Come on holla at your boy, real quick | |
| I swallow hard times, | |
| And make it come out when i piss | |
| Nigga pop pass the mack and i ain' t black | |
| Picture that | |
| The same nigga that' ll die for you | |
| When you fall get your back | |
| It' s me, drunk as can be, | |
| In your bitch ass | |
| Singin' ? stagalee? | |
| Worry free on your bitch ass | |
| Blast back, ask that, | |
| Snap back like some whiplash | |
| Young cash is black packed | |
| Slap your rap with a big guess | |
| Chorus |
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