歌手:Geto Boys
专辑:《Da Good, Da Bad & Da Ugly》

作词 : Armstrong, Baker, Beale ...
Intro：
[willie d]
Flip flop ass *************s
Ah yeah
Geto boys and outlawz
Recognize the mob *************
I don't ************* with you
So put your hands on me
[scarface]
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't ************* with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty mother******s
That you thought was cool
Do you know me
[willie d]
I don't ************* with you
[scarface]
I know what's happenin' with that
All the hoes
Let me take y'all *************s back to this incident
Verse 1:
[gotti of fifth ward circle (fwc)]
************* you full of *************t
************* now what is this, trick
Some new *************t
Straight from yo hottub piss
************* i don't do it
************* around here with you
Oh, i smell puke, do
That's on you, true
You hit's 'em hard dog
And ho went hard, thought
You betray hard, lord
You straight fraud, brought
[scarface]
Now on means, things stay out my face
You oughta play, like outta space
This *************s foul, runnin' off at the mouth
He talkin' loud, all of infront the crowd
[willie d]
Dog, i knew this *************, what
We used to roll, roll
I saved his life, right
But he was shot at, trife
He burned his greed, deep
I spit his wig, *************t
He met the gravedigger
Cause i'm the realest *************
Chorus:
[dmg of facemob]
You *************s came here ridin' through
(i don't ************* with you)
Heard the lavish thing we do
(i don't ************* with you)
Shook a finger to my crew
(we don't ************* with you)
For suck a ************* until you blew,
Cause we don't ************* with you
Hey *************, you like the things we do
(i don't ************* with you)
Scared if i hit you, you might sue
(i don't ************* with you)
You swear you gang can bang a new
(i don't ************* with you)
But best keep doin' the *************t we do,
Cause we don't ************* with you
Verse 2:
[e.d.i of the outlawz]
Now everytime is see you ass
I see the ************* in your eyes
And what a lie
Ain't no surprise
Now you ************* with that sign
It's a cold thing,
You got the game ************* up
Brown nose and every other ************* rich,
Like a broke *************
Excuse me miss, yeah you
You need to sit with me piss
I'ma get rich,
While you stuck in that ************* *************t
Thug *************t is what claim and bang
And never change
While you change
Suckin' and ******' for everyday
Verse 3:
[napolean of the outlawz]
Yeah, i see some *************s come and go
With a fifth of hennesy to show
When we toss hoes, we share hoes
And *************s be frontin where the clothes go
(?)
What you spinnin' like young po
You hang around with the studio time
But *************, what the ************* is you here fo'
Can you listen, please
So you got your glock, laid squeeze
Try like i could ************* with you
Or i have to bomb on you
Put it with your punk-ass
No heart, no light, no ************* and no care
You some bad boy killers
When we see y'all *************s snatch cash
Chorus:
Verse 4:
[young noble of the outlawz]
These billy-teen-ass *************s,
Pullin'-scheme-ass *************s
Fiend-ass *************s,
Shootin'-dream-ass *************s
I mean, why anybody sound like pac nowadays
But switch it up, be on way
Y'all gay-assed on anything
Stay tuned to the saga
Drama bring karma, karma bring charges
Whipin' y'all
Completely all the job did
Darkness, ************* y'all *************t
Cause we the hardest
Nasty new street regardless
So ease out you nuggets, faget
Verse 5:
[kastro of the outlawz]
Beg down, i truck a young bug
Don't get it ****** up
Hit the strip, get a grip *************
And blow some *************t up
Talk fast and all ass, *************
You ain't got no nuts
Don't trick yourself out your life
You need to hide in the cup
What's up
Come on holla at your boy, real quick
I swallow hard times,
And make it come out when i piss
************* pop pass the mack and i ain't black
Picture that
The same ************* that'll die for you
When you fall get your back
It's me, drunk as can be,
In your ************* ass
Singin' ?stagalee?
Worry free on your ************* ass
Blast back, ask that,
Snap back like some whiplash
Young cash is black packed
Slap your rap with a big guess
Chorus