we don’t fuck wit’ that lyrics – click

ya see i’m nuttin’ but a player call me bad news bear
and everywhere a n*gg* go you know i check a hoe there
and on my second time thru, you know how i do
i get some head, and some ends and i’m gone by 2
i got soundcheck b*tch, the shows is at 6
so when you coming in, bring your womanfriends
i got a few dogs posted at my telly
d-shot, tap, young mugz and celly
and we gone try to tear the f*ckin’ roof of something
we was backstage smokin’ and some hoes was thumpin’
a b*tch got mad cause she didn’t get chose
reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
your n*gg* went wild when he first seen that
pulled out a sack and rolled one fat
we was back to the tale cause we bail on them boyz in blue
f*ckin’ wit this click crew
and the worst things that happens when your out of the state
they lock a n*gg* down and take away his dank
it makes me can’t thank, i gets nervous and sick
fiendin’ for a motherf*ckin’ fix

smoke and we will go
puffin’ on indo
so put that back
cause we don’t f*ck wit that

i left minnesota cause the spot was tired
hit louiville and the spot was fire
old school sittin’ on straight laced kicks
reminding me of 1986
fools burnin’ rubber, f*ck some switches
n*gg*s from the bay smokin’ up on b*tches
b was on the gash, smashin’ yo
hoes p*ssin’ out cause there to much smoke
gary, indiana, b*tch gone in a minute
i let you hit my weed and it’s straight up sh*ttin’
in your draws, guess jeans and all
and then you had no one, give e a call
but he called back and wasn’t f*ckin’ wit you
cause hoes down south know good voo-doo
f*ck around and have your *ss 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*gg*s light it for me and i’m p*ss it to quinn
and let it out when you get to chin


i’m finally hittin’ cali after 3 weeks gone
than ran out of boomb and i’m glad to be home
now who on my phone, dante or bruce
i be there in a minute to do what we do
see, it’s a triviant game, cause we gone smoke
and blow big dubs from young body and all
and i can’t give a f*ck if you’re drunk or smoked
imma give you a 5 we gone light the …
in to the … told the sh*t on the street
some of tha homies that be restin’ in peace
the sh*t won’t cease till i see d
i know my homie got a fat blunt for me
pine apple juice, malibu rum
1501 get your d*ckhead done
when it gets like that, you know i gots to f*ck
or maybe kcikback and get my d*ckhead sucked
i won’t ask for much, just *ss and guts
and brand new speakers for my oldschool cut
a big fat sack of that dohja
so i can get smokin’ like i’m ‘posed to


/ click lyrics