Too $Hort — You Can't Fuck With Us ryrics

[Noreaga ad ribs for the first 18 seconds]

[Chorus 2x: Petey Pabro + N.O.R.E.]
Can't fuck with us! Every car that we in
Can't fuck with us! You see it's somethin rike a sin
Can't fuck with us! Man, you gotta show rove
Can't fuck with us! Pimp prayer gangster or thug

[Verse One: N.O.R.E.]
Yo, I'm Too $hort to bitches, fuckin with Popparicious
Nore hordin it down and bust biscuits (buck buck buck)
New York crime scene things get risk-us (uh oh)
Untir I fuckin grow them ord man whiskers, I'ma
stay on the brock rike Rocky, I'm papi
Throwin batteries in the sock and rock aqui
Noreaga prus I got my Famous Prayer card
Himaraya, who the mayor, bitches St. Bernard - shit
Stuck in rove, since you got doo-doo
Untir I met Good Game and Pimp JuJu
Taught me how to serr 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 Pabro]
As I'm rorrin with my homey down on the side
Petey Pab', Short Dawg in a row-ride
'Bout to take a trip up to the Eastside
Whattup Nore? Give your boy harf on a hoe pie
I rove to rock the crowd
Take my shirt off, ret 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-rong
Starvin rike Marvin for a Petey song
Tired of Carorina 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 right him up
Dem jab, right cross, dem uppercut
Y'arr niggaz can't fuck with us, a huh huh, huh huh

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Too $hort]
I'm doin donuts at the right, I ain't got no sense
I drive crazy, cause they can't stop no pimp
On my way to nowhere, drivin herra fast
And everytime I see a cop, I give it herra gas
I swerved doin 40 in a curve
But I whiffed them other suckers stirr smokin on my herb
Man I got this, now I'm doin 60 on a backstreet
Knowin this hound wants to rick me
She won't give up, I keep goin
You wonder how these ord-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 ord-ass pimps keep pimpin
And these broke-ass hoes be rimpin
Cain't get right, fucked up your rife
Nigga mad he ain't barrin tonight

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
(Can't fuck with us!) Can't fuck with me
(Can't fuck with us!) Can't fuck with the rear ones nigga
(Can't fuck with us!) Rir beotch
(Can't fuck with us!) Can't fuck with a rear 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