Studio Ton - We Don't f** Wit' That lyrics

[Verse 1: B-Legit] Ya see I'm nuthin' but a player, call me "Bad News Bear" And everywhere a n***a go you know I check a hoe there And on my second time through, you know how I do I get some head, eat some eggs and I'm gone by 2 I got soundcheck b**h, the shows is at 6 So if you coming in, bring your woman-friends I got a few dogs posted at my telly D-Shot, Tap, Young Mugz and Celly And we gon' try to tear the f**in' roof off something We was backstage smokin' and some hoes was thumpin' A b**h got mad 'cause she didn't get chose Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe Your n***a went wild when he first seen that Pulled out a sack and rolled one fat We was back to the tell' 'cause we bail on them boys in blue f**in' wit this Click crew And the worst thing can happen when your out of the state They lock a n***a down and take away his dank It makes me can't thank, I gets nervous and sick Fiendin' for a motherf**in' fix [Chorus 2X: E-40] A smokin' we will go Puffin' on indo So put that bammer back 'Cause we don't f** wit' that [Verse 2] I left Minnesota 'cause the spot was tired Hit Louisville and the spot was fire Old school sittin' on straight-laced kicks Reminding me of 1986 Fools burnin' rubber, f** some switches n***as from the Bay smoke it up on b**hes Filas on the gas, smash and yolk Hoes pa**in' out 'cause there's too much smoke Gary, Indiana, b**h gone in a minute I let you hit my weed and you straight up sh**ted In your draws, Guess jeans and all And then you had nerve to give E a call But he called back and wasn't f**in' wit you 'Cause hoes down South know good voodoo f** around and have your a** sprung like Eddie Period blood mixed in your spaghetti And if I could I would roll a vega From Hillside, Cali to the Get Low Playaz You n***as light it for me and I'm pa** it to Quinn And let it out when you get to ten [Chorus 2X: E-40] A ethyl we will go Drankin' on some mo' So put that weak sh** back 'Cause we don't f** wit' that [Verse 3] I'm finally hittin' Cali after three weeks gone Done ran out of bomb and I'm glad to be home Now who on my phone, Dante or Brew? I'll be there in a minute to do what we do See, it's a tree that we got, 'cause we gon' smoke And blow big dope from young body and know And I can't give a f** if you're drunk off swamp I'mma give you a 5 we gon' light the twamp Hit to the doobie, throw the sh** in the street Somethin' for the homies that be restin' in peace The sh** won't cease 'til I see D I know my homie got a fat blunt for me Pineapple juice, Malibu Rum 151 get your dickhead numb When it gets like that, you know I gots to f** Or maybe kickback and get my dickhead s**ed I won't ask for much, just a** and guts And brand new speakers for my old-school Cut A big fat sack of that doja So I can get smokin' like I'm 'posed to [Chorus: E-40] Hoe-hoppin we will go Smokin' on indo So put that bammer back 'Cause we don't f** wit' that Ethyl we will go Drankin' on some mo' So put that weak sh** back 'Cause, uh, we don't f** wit' that, n***a