(feat. N.O.R.E., Petey Pablo)



[Noreaga ad libs for the first 18 seconds]



[Chorus x2: Petey Pablo + N.O.R.E.]

Can't fuck with us!  Every car that we in

Can't fuck with us!  You see it's somethin like a sin

Can't fuck with us!  Man, you gotta show love

Can't fuck with us!  Pimp player gangster or thug



[Verse One: N.O.R.E.]

Yo, I'm Too $hort to bitches, fuckin with Poppalicious

Nore holdin it down and bust biscuits (buck buck buck)

New York crime scene things get risk-us (uh oh)

Until I fuckin grow them old man whiskers, I'ma

stay on the block like Rocky, I'm papi

Throwin batteries in the sock and rock aqui

Noreaga plus I got my Famous Player card

Himalaya, who the mayor, bitches St. Bernard - shit

Stuck in love, since you got doo-doo

Until I met Good Game and Pimp JuJu

Taught me how to sell mooshu, in a Azuzu

Go hard, thinkin you hard, I'm Monster Cody-ium

At the Hip-Hop Summit, catch 'em at the podium

But yo, you know how that go, gotta make the papes so

Pimpin on a bitch hard, never catch a case doe

Boot to your side, to your back, to your face



[Chorus]



[Verse Two: Petey Pablo]

As I'm rollin with my homey down on the side

Petey Pab', Short Dawg in a low-ride

'Bout to take a trip up to the Eastside

Whattup Nore?  Give your boy half on a hoe pie

I love to rock the crowd

Take my shirt off, let my chest bounce around

Got missin for a minute but I'm back now

Time to give some of these sissies here the hush mouth

You've been waitin and anticipatin oh-so-long

Starvin like Marvin for a Petey song

Tired of Carolina bein stepped on, stepped over

Next time, I'ma get the award

Or I'ma beat the nigga ass who won

I ain't gon' wait for the camera to cut

I'ma light him up

Dem jab, right cross, dem uppercut

Y'all niggaz can't fuck with us, a huh huh, huh huh



[Chorus]



[Verse Three: Too $hort]

I'm doin donuts at the light, I ain't got no sense

I drive crazy, cause they can't stop no pimp

On my way to nowhere, drivin hella fast

And everytime I see a cop, I give it hella gas

I swerved doin 40 in a curve

But I whiffed them other suckers still smokin on my herb

Man I got this, now I'm doin 60 on a backstreet

Knowin this hound wants to lick me

She won't give up, I keep goin

You wonder how these old-ass hoes keep hoein

It's the game; that's what I put in these women

From the beginnin to the endin

That's why these old-ass pimps keep pimpin

And these broke-ass hoes be limpin

Cain't get right, fucked up your life

Nigga mad he ain't ballin tonight



[Chorus]



[Too $hort]

(Can't fuck with us!) Can't fuck with me

(Can't fuck with us!) Can't fuck with the real ones nigga

(Can't fuck with us!) Lil beotch

(Can't fuck with us!) Can't fuck with a real G

(Can't fuck with us!) They can't fuck with us man

(Can't fuck with us!)

(Can't fuck with us!) Don't even try it

(Can't fuck with us!) Nah nah nigga, this ain't for you