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Young Noble
Fuck With Me!
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Baby-girl, you know you put it on me
Shakin your ass in the quarter for me
Its like de-ja-vu the way I met you
You told me you and your nephew
Blow Makaveli too, but smash that boo
Cause thats a bootleg
And it was hard to take my eyes off your legs
Listen can I buy you a drink?
Let your home girl hold your mink
The dead thought made for you and me
Can you walk with me, talk with me
Or one-night stand with me, probably
The answer I can hear tonight
Hips, dick-lick the lips, bitch you goin home tonight
Im a money-maker, just shakin that thing your momma gave you
Creamin that black heritage, I cant wait to taste ya
You got one life to live, with much to give
Dont play yourself short, Miss Thang, give it here
And whats this I hear, about you top class
That down-south ass will make me spend some cash
Now did you listen to the words I was spittin at ya?
You so much you gonna make g-star rival at ya
[Young Noble - Verse 2]
I give it to you good girl, in the heat of the night
Even when Im rollin, cream you right
And I aint even tryin to sleep on old girl
Millennium dime-piece she movin her own world
And dont be a leader, brag on his dick
I aint tryin to lock you down, hear the slap on the wrist
And Im the type that talks flicks, when Im up in it
She aint the type to throw fits when I bust in it
So whats fuckin with that
She like to lay on her stomach so I bust on her back
And I dont care if she a groupie or not
Im gettin head on the block and the hooptiell drop
Root-Crew been hot since back in the day
And since I knew Pac, Im havin my way
And now you wish you would have stuck with me
Cause all your honeys wanna fuck with me
Where they at? Where they at?
[Chorus - EDI Mean]
Because Im headin somewhere
And them other (niggaz baby) (rappers gone) gonna be dead in a year
Plus, I know you tired of them fake thugs
All-be gangstaz in they video with make-up
Uh, I dont think so nigga, Im an outlaw nigga
Hear the heat blow nigga?
Uh, then have the time of your life
One night, next day you tell them people youre my wife
Cause cant nobody do it like this
A lot of mother fuckers talkin but we true to this shit
[EDI Mean - Verse 3]
Come on, straight off the straights of hard time and no luck
Some wonderin niggaz that ankled this game and came up
They aint wanna fuck with us power to this
But we said fuck that and set fire to this bitch nigga
Outlaw, just some ridahs on our own mission
The trite and true, we un-fuck with a boo
Its critical, the game change, we stay the same
A lot of shit yall doin now, I did when I was seventeen
And thats the truth if I ever heard it
Hard time, sometime, but I know its gonna be worth this shit
We done got it together, we gonna party together
They try to stop what we doin, we give em Hell man whatever
Shit this how a live nigga do it, ride or die nigga blew it
We dont try nigga, lose it
And let em know not to fuck with you
And touch your boo, bust your tooth, hush them fools
Chorus
[Kastro - Verse 4]
Uh, a big dick to stroke
I aint braggin, Im just lettin you know
Uh, and ever sicne you bounced on me, baby Ive been ready to go
Uh, and we can keep this between us
Nut with nothin much to discuss
Uh, or we can let it out to the world
Make a boy or a girl, its on us
Baby, I like it when you show me your tongue
Lick on my balls until I cum and yell stop, stop
Uh, and when I blow on your clit
Stick my thumb where you shit, you get hot
Damn, nasty, plus you got a big old ass
That pop like a gun, go blast, blast
And you think your girl was fucked
Always talkin all that jazz
So dont fuck with me
Im not the nigga you love
Im just the nigga you fuck
I aint the nigga to her
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