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(Intro) Y'all ready for this ARE YOU READY!!!!!! Ho, uh, uh (Chorus - 2x) Why they don't fuck with us Don't fuck with us, don't fuck with us Don't fuck with us [E-40] I use colorful rhymes, you probably heard From somebody else's lit, but really it's my spit I came from the streets, I'm not from the 'burbs Although I stay in the burbs, I come from the streets Money hungry hustlers trying to make ends meet Stingy young brothers when we walk we squeak Have street, have money, have heart I ain't trying to but I'm trying to go off the park I'm on deck, Sick Wid It Records I rep I'm a vet, but I spit like a youngster from the set I ain't tripping, I knew it was political They left us out the top for us, me and Mystikal I rap fast but you could quote my rhymes The greatest game spitter of all times The most underrated rapper in the game Letras de cancionesBut everybody wanna use my slang (Chorus - 4x) [E-40] I don't know what they was thinking When they thought what they was thinking But they shit enough to fuck it I've been a hustler since birth So when they haul me off and Put me up in that hearse remember this verse I did a song with Fred Durst, as far as the independent Underground rap scene, I was the first To get a big deal, couple mill, and some mo' See times have changed ever since then back in '94 Playa been eating off that bill, for a while I always did me I never changed my style I gave it to you raw and uncut 75 percent of the words, I made it up You ask me why I speak the real the way I feel How come E-40 so groupie and y'all so game goofy Started to the back that I'm a force They never put me on the cover of The Source (Chorus - 4x) [E-40] Next tape, they can't trace the calls I change numbers, like a playa changes draws I'm having money, money long stretch like a ?burshie? When he use to come around ask the easter bunny (Tell me do you know E-40) Bet you the players say that's the homie You liable to find me on the AVE. on the main drag Or on the corner sipping yac up out a brown paper bag I don't need no iron on my ready crease Enough game to sell sand to a beach Enough game to sell a hooker to a priest Enough game to sell rookie rocket Scottie to a street I rap fast but you could quote my rhymes The greatest game spitter of all times The most underrated rapper in the game But everybody wanna use my slang (Chorus - 4x) (*ad-libs*) From Letras Mania