Fuckin With Me Lyrics - Clyde Carson

Yo, it's the nigga with the nasty flow and the clean rag six-four 

With the D's spinnin' I can bag a hoe 

Top down, so my rag can show, whatever in the dutch 

Purple or orange, haze, it's just a bag of 'dro 

Hit snatch with my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge 

In Mark Jacobs denim and Don Magli's on 

I'm a gangsta and the birds they love it 

20 with a babyface and sit on base like Kirby Puckett 

You can't buy a Ferrari, fuck it, cop lle' from J 

The bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage 

He order rock and cover it, the dimes is free 

The quarters is 75, the ball is live 

Ain't nobody fumblin' on my block 

We in the field like Biggs or Marshall Faulk, we runnin' the rock 

Nothin' less than a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop 

Shoot you and take your vest and your glock, motherfuckers 

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What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me 

Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come fuck wit me 

My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me 

What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me 

I'm in the streets like the place is mine, told to cover my tracks 

I push paper to increase my shine 

I'm on my chief, jumpin' out the wagon like Tyco 

And get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo' 

Bossed out, camouflage under my vest B 

Motorbike, fast cars, broads and jetskis 

Rule number 1, keep your eye on your cash flow 

'Cause rule number 2, will get rid of your best so 

None of 'em best show, ridin' in stress mode 

'Less they got petrol, pushin' that Benz slow 

Pick up the Game, let's count some cash 

Then we, get to the do', then you put on your mask 

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On some other shit, ridin' wit'cha boy now 

We on the West coast, seek and destroy now 

It's like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown 

We had a riot in the streets, fin' to blow now fo'sho' now 

What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me 

Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come fuck wit me 

My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me 

What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me 

The underboss, ill too fast 

Buildin' my stocks off the blocks and the wears will sag 

Not Gil but tryin' to top, the nerd Bill Gates 

From the city of project buildings and them Mossberg K's 

San Francisco, West coast, Northern Bay, California 

Man, it's Get Low so best to toast or torch'll spray on ya 

Uhh, makin' mafia moves, skate from the cops 

Yeah, they tried stoppin' ya dude 

But nah, the ball, it don't stop 

A shot callin', if I fall then my thoughts gon' flock 

Yeah, underboss with Game and Doc Figgaro 

Clear [Incomprehensible] and I'm the individual 

Holdin' weight in the dope state 

Tokin' the 8-8, oh, fold [Incomprehensible] 

Watch our bread and our team skyrocket 

Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can't stop it 

What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me 

Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come fuck wit me 

My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me 

What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me