Bad Boy - Cannot f** With These Gangstas lyrics

[Bad Boy] Me and muh'f**er just flew in from the doomville Sinatra My baggage got lost Frost got a ticket, and uh, my turn to shoot on my ones Oh no Now I'm sittin' here arguin' with Scoop Bout what kind of brands we should wear To the motherf**in'- Oh We recordin'? [Scoop] Yeah, man [Bad Boy] Hold on [Scoop] Yeah [Verse 1: Bad Boy (Scoop DeVille in background)] You see, I rock beats like coke, crack Hope the dope's back (Yeah) And no crack, the pinks ran the place, took the whole sack But hold that You b**hmade, I put the whole payday Which ridin' with Scoop D-vizzle through East L.A The eses (Yeah, ey, ey) These tees, they heat them cannons You see the truth is before Frost, reachin' valleys I reach ya, f*ggots I spit flame to kick, made Some big change, I'm livin' rap tricks, til six grade I pimp hoes since my Ph.D days I rock, b**h, off some E-A-C quakes And boom My tombstone should read these words You see, my life should define what my CD's worth My B.G. words Are some like an easy verse (Choly brizzown) Known some f*ggots on this beastly churps But bet I'm fly I'm blowin' everyday I write We can flow, blow for blow, we could straight up fight (WHOOP! WHOOP!) You punk b**h You broke, you can hate all night With ya swamp meet throwback and your K-Mart Nikes So quit rappin' This time, I'm a do you b**hes (Yeah) And put a wrap to this music business You b**hes Hook: Bad Boy Cannot f** with these gangstas Cannot f** with these gangstas Cannot f** with these gangstas Cannot f** with these gangstas [Verse 2: Scoop DeVille] Now you can give it to the G's, you can give it to the hustlers The street credibility is back for you, s**ers Not from N.Y., so I ain't about the raucous We robble that shades, Cortez and chukus But that's ol' cholo funk We the dudes in them Air Force Ones In the brim like Reverend Run They got braids when we out in the sun Like an Aztec, tomahawk, throwin' 'em chumps You a b**h in ya hills and pumps And we got pumps With the ones that go DUMP DUMP DUMP With the mack, in the back, of the 'Llac, what up We modern day eses that go rough sh** up And you bald headed so-called gangstas, you Nazis I'm a pop thee like the paparazzi Lookin' like a skinheaded dog that's honky There's nothin' you can do to stop me, I'm sorry We spit for the soldiers in this here army You can't knock the Frost, Bad Boy and Charlie Like Lieutenant Man, Vietnam can't stop me And I vowin' no lays with my G's and colleagues, what Repeat Hook [Verse 3: Frost] It's official The game ain't the same to me And that's an issue Try to feel the pain And the thangs that I been through You can't knock the hustle Them eses'll get you Frost got the mack DeVille, keep them eagles Bad Boy Actin' a fool with our missiles In here, muh'f**er And my clique got a pistol Shoot to k** on Anyone that Frost dizzle Face the fact That I'm back Once again, made (???) was over Dawg, it's still for La Raza, the game is over All you wack cats that just dirt on my shoulder The ese general, salute me, s**er You know the game need us, we on the come up Them eses, we about to blow up Don't get mad if I still do it Cause if fowl owl Steal raps, then I'm a keep spittin' that fluid And you Repeat Hook