Mr. Lee - f** With Me lyrics

[Young Noble] - repeated throughout track - x 23 f** With Me! [Napolean - Verse 1] Baby-girl, you know you put it on me Shakin your a** in the quarter for me It's like de-ja-vu the way I met you You told me you and your nephew Blow Makaveli too, but smash that boo Cause that's a bootleg And it was hard to take my eyes off your legs Listen can I buy you a drink? Let your home girl hold your mink The dead thought made for you and me Can you walk with me, talk with me Or one-night stand with me, probably The answer I can hear tonight Hips, dick-lick the lips, b**h you goin home tonight I'm a money-maker, just shakin that thing your momma gave you Creamin that black heritage, I can't wait to taste ya You got one life to live, with much to give Don't play yourself short, Miss Thang, give it here And what's this I hear, about you top cla** That down-south a** will make me spend some cash Now did you listen to the words I was spittin at ya? You so much you gonna make g-star rival at ya [Young Noble - Verse 2] I give it to you good girl, in the heat of the night Even when I'm rollin, cream you right And I ain't even tryin to sleep on old girl Millennium dime-piece she movin her own world N-O-B-L-E, brag on his dick I ain't tryin to lock you down, hear the slap on the wrist And I'm the type that talks flicks, when I'm up in it She ain't the type to throw fits when I bust in it So what's f**in with that She like to lay on her stomach so I bust on her back And I don't care if she a groupie or not I'm gettin head on the block and the hooptie'll drop Root-Crew been hot since back in the day And since I knew Pac, I'm havin my way And now you wish you would have stuck with me Cause all your honeys wanna f** with me Where they at? Where they at? [Chorus - EDI Mean] Because I'm headin somewhere And them other (n***as baby) (rappers gone) gonna be dead in a year Plus, I know you tired of them fake thugs All-be gangstaz in they video with make-up Uh, I don't think so n***a, I'm an outlaw n***a Hear the heat blow n***a? Uh, then have the time of your life One night, next day you tell them people you're my wife Cause can't nobody do it like this A lot of mother f**ers talkin but we true to this sh** [EDI Mean - Verse 3] Come on, straight off the straights of hard time and no luck Some wonderin n***as that ankled this game and came up They ain't wanna f** with us power to this But we said 'f** that' and set fire to this b**h n***a Outlaw, just some ridahs on our own mission The trite and true, we un-f**-with-a-ble It's critical, the game change, we stay the same A lot of sh** y'all doin now, I did when I was seventeen And that's the truth if I ever heard it Hard time, sometime, but I know it's gonna be worth this sh** We done got it together, we gonna party together They try to stop what we doin, we give em 'Hell man whatever' sh** this how a live n***a do it, ride or die n***a blew it We don't try n***a, lose it And let em know not to f** with you And touch your boo, bust your tooth, hush them fools Chorus [Kastro - Verse 4] Uh, a big dick to stroke I ain't braggin, I'm just lettin you know Uh, and ever sicne you bounced on me, baby I've been ready to go Uh, and we can keep this between us Nut with nothin much to discuss Uh, or we can let it out to the world Make a boy or a girl, it's on us Baby, I like it when you show me your tongue Lick on my balls until I cum and yell 'stop, stop' Uh, and when I blow on your clit Stick my thumb where you sh**, you get hot Damn, nasty, plus you got a big old a** That pop like a gun, go 'blast, blast' And you think your girl was f**ed Always talkin all that jazz So don't f** with me I'm not the n***a you love I'm just the n***a you f** I ain't the n***a to her Chorus