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lil jon the east side boyz - don't fuck wit me (produced by rick rubin) lyrics

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[intro]
ladies and f-ckin gentlemen (wh-ssup)
it’s the kings of f-ckin crunk (you know it)
me, your boy lil jon, lil bo, big sam
on the motherf-ckin track, rick rubin (yeah)
i don’t think y’all ready for this sh-t (y’all ain’t ready n-gg-)
nothin but some real gangsta sh-t (gangsta sh-t)
for them n-gg-z and b-tches out there (yeah)
now i’m havin a hard f-ckin life right now (a hard life)
and i’m gunna give y’all some of my f-ckin pain

[hook – 2x]
why you f-ckin wit me?
stop f-ckin wit me!
don’t be f-ckin wit me!
stop f-ckin wit me!

[interlude 1]
you know, it seems like no matter, no matter how hard i f-ckin try
i can’t do the right motherf-ckin sh-t
like i be tryin and sh-t and sh-t always be turning out f-cked up
like my b-tch always on my f-ckin back talkin bout i need to get a f-ckin job
talking bout how i need to pay my f-ckin child support and sh-t
b-tch i’m out here tryin to do all that sh-t and that sh-t don’t go my f-ckin way
sometimes you need to get the f-ck up off my back
and let me learn how to get this sh-t right on
i want you to stop f-ckin wit me
why don’t you stop f-ckin wit me

[hook]

[verse one]
b-tch i’m tryin to get a job, but it just don’t work
(b-tch i’m tryin to get a job, but that sh-t don’t work)
soon as i walk through the door, on they face is a smirk
(soon as i walk through the door, on they face is a smirk)
can’t hire no n-gg- like me in that b-tch
(can’t hire no n-gg- like me in that b-tch)
tattoos, gold teeth, n-gg- dreads and sh-t
(tattoos, gold teeth, n-gg- dreads and sh-t)
man, f-ck these n-gg-z, i’ll go back to sellin’ dope
(man, f-ck these n-gg-z, i’ll go back to sellin’ dope)
now my baby mama callin bout that child support
(now my baby mama callin bout that child support)
b-tch back the f-ck up, and let me smoke my weed
(b-tch back the f-ck up, let me smoke my weed)
motherf-ck you b-tch, stop screamin at me
(motherf-ck you b-tch, stop screamin at me)

[hook]

[interlude 2]
seem like no matter what the f-ck i do, my b-tch, she always on f-ckin top of me
i’m out here tryin to make f-ckin money and sh-t
and everytime i motherf-ckin come home this b-tch always got something to say
i’m cheatin on her and sh-t, i ain’t doin nothin

[verse 2]
i’m tryin hard as i can b-tch, leave me alone
(i’m tryin hard as i can b-tch, leave me alone)
you better back your -ss up, before you catch it to your dome
(you better back your -ss up, before you catch it to your dome)
i’ve been out all day, all i want is a beer
(i’ve been out all day, all i want is a beer)
now here yo -ss come with bullsh-t in my ear
(now here yo -ss come with bullsh-t in my ear)
i ain’t been with no b-tch, been tryin’ to make this money
(i ain’t been with no b-tch, been tryin’ to make this money)
keep pushin’ a n-gg-, and sh-t gunna get funny
(keep pushin’ a n-gg-, and sh-t gunna get funny)
you mad cause you heard that a girl like me
(you mad cause you heard that your girl like me)
you better check that b-tch before you come and check me
(you better check that b-tch before you come and check me)

[hook]

[interlude 3]
know what? i’m just gunna leave the motherf-ckin house
cause if i stay in this motherf-cker, i’m gunna end up f-ckin’ yo -ss up
and i ain’t tryin’ to motherf-ckin go to jail
i’m just going to jump in my motherf-ckin sh-t get on the highway
find me some dro, and get the f-ck away from your motherf-ckin -ss
before i lose my motherf-ckin mind
bye b-tch
oh sh-t
what the f-ck…the motherf-ckin police behind me
sh-t

[verse 3]
had to get out the house far away from my b-tch
(had to get out the house far away from my b-tch)
cause if i stay any longer it might be some sh-t
(if i stay any longer it might be some sh-t)
and now i’m on 85, wit my pedal to the flo’
(now i’m on 85, wit my pedal to the flo’)
and a n-gg- just fired up a blunt of that dro
(and a n-gg- just fired up a blunt of that dro)
the police pulled me over on some seatbelt sh-t
(the police pulled me over on some seatbelt sh-t)
that’s when he finds out my license and my tag ain’t legit
(that’s when he finds out my license and my tag ain’t legit)
hope he don’t pop my truck cause in there is some sh-t
(hope he don’t pop my truck cause in there is some sh-t)
cause i got bout three or four bricks in that b-tch
(cause i got bout three or four bricks in that b-tch)

[hook 4x]

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