Smoke D - I Don't f** Wit U lyrics

[Pimp C] Yeah, E. Vicious y'knalmtalkinbout? Sweet Jones, Tony Snow All you ole b**h a** n***as on that ole goofy section of the newspaper Knalmtalkinbout? (Mr. Magoo a** n***as) All that ole comedy sh**, that ole fantasy island sh**, knalmtalkinbout? (Bugs Bunny a** n***as) Say man, missed me with that bullsh** Knalmtalkinbout? Hold up... [Hook] + (Pimp C) Round here runnin ya mouth (runnin ya mouth) f** around and hit that nerve, I put a gun in ya mouth (BLAH) Ya dead... and can't believe how you lied on me (uh) But you'se a simp so I'ma let it slide homey (uh) It's outta control, the game is cold Thought he was down, come to find out the n***a's a ho, a ho (n***a's a ho) Just ain't keepin it true, wonderin why I don't f** wit'chu [Pimp C] Uh, talkin that big dick sh** You a ho, I said it (I said it), what chu gon' do about it b**h? (b**h!) Uh, talkin to the laws (laws) No balls just sugar in ya drawers (drawers) If you don't like me, k** me (uh) I'm only dyin one time, n***a feel me (uh) Cowards die a thousand d**hs Born to die but you can't take away my rep (my rep, my rep) And I ain't goin no time soon Gotta broad on the plane, p**y full of balloons Ain't nothin happenin on some bamboo monkey sh** (uh) Keep my name outcha mouth, n***a you counterfeit (uh) [Hook] [Verse Two] I walk around this motherf**er, trippin on these weak n***as Pullin all this ho sh**, callin themselves street n***as Talkin down, wishing the worse and straight hating on me Praying that I fall off, b**hes keep waitin on it I ain't got no friends, n***as take it how ya hear it Where was y'all for the bid? I did five f**in years! While the chill turned to lab dap, after all that I took back Never go broke again, b**h I know how to cook crack Learned to stack a dollar, hold the power in a black Impala Try to swerve and hit the curb and watch the crackers follow b**h n***a got my name in his mouth We go pistols when we pissed, that's how we play in the South (play in the South) [Hook] [Verse Three] b**h I'ma triple O.G., superhood grown, heavyweight (heavyweight) I'm no magician but my magic tricks will make you levitate Round of applause for the plastic pieces Right now the clip up in nickels in solemn night releases Aye, aye.. no joking or playin, I'm sayin we sprayin for real Straight out the gate, no hesitation b**h I'm bustin my steel The sh** is helter-skelter And you gon' need Jesus Christ, a gimmick, plus a fall-out shelter We cast wet toiletries upon b**h a** snakes For cheesecakes, the dirty rats gon' put ya tongue on a plate Diarrhea mouth n***as, 1-800-IMA-TELL f** around wit'em, you gon' be dead or in jail (jail) [Hook] [Pimp C] Say this Young Pimp y'knalmtalkinbout? Say Mike Dean, go and draft some of that vinyl for the South knalmtalkinbout? Me and Slim Thug finna ride on out on these b**h a** n***as! Hold up... {*echoes*} [Slim Thug] Smoke somethin, b**h! {*starts laughing*}