Can You Take Me Lyrics - Hustle Boyz

(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 

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 

So you made a little dough, but what you doin' wit that? 

Thought 'cha girl ain't feeling 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 you 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] 

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 wit 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 

No Go 

Who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle, 'cause 

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 is my style 

And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now 

And get em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects 

You wanna die next? 

Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids 

We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock 

Gimme the key, run up in your spot 

Like, you on your belly, gimme the key 

What is it gonna be, what it is gonna see 

When your blutter don't mean 

And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like "Nigga, what's this song mean" 

L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that? 

Tattooed Def Jam under your wing like that 

What? You a rider, not in my house, Mouth 

Glad to escape down south to my Miami house 

And fifty spring in the couch 

[Chorus] 

Let's play a game of big bank take little bank (Yeah) 

Big dank take little dank (Yeah) 

I average ninety-five in the paint (C'mon) 

We comin' down like a shank 

I know you wanna ride, but you can't 

We all up in your shit like a shank *ugh* 

Don't make me stop and pull brakes 

Ya two downs are looking cool, freaking a sound 

Yo, I get fucked up and terrorize the town 

I'm the circus ring master so fuck the clowns 

I bust, lyrics and rounds at the Lyricist Lounge 

Lost and Found a new identity, from here to infinity (Yeah) 

God have mercy on all my enemies 

Don't even test, waist your breath or your energy 

Knock ya whole family off, like the Kennedy's 

I'm pledge sicker than age, with no type of remedy 

Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability 

Agility, keppin' y'all outta the state penitentiary 

[Chorus] 

Look, nigga I, regulate, bake the cake 

Shake the fake, while keeping my faith 

Demonstatin' from the funk shit to the H 

I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate 

You weedin' at my table, did you say your grace? (Huh) 

You say the wrong thing and I'ma smack your face (Bitch) 

Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (Say what) 

You did fucked up cause I'm break these niggas 

Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all 

Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay them off 

Big Dogg, in this motherfuckin' bar 

Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes y'all" 

We do this with no flaws 

I love my bitch wit no drawers and no bras 

No laws, we break 'em from the get-go 

Slidin' by, riding high when we get-go 

Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal 

Servin' or swerving in a '85 Regal 

Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' Beagel 

I take off on your ass like an eagle 

Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples 

Just encase a motherfucker wanna G Funk 

Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a piece on 

And they never hesitate to dissolve