[Intro]
Ladies and f#ckin gentlemen (Whassup)
It’s the kings of f#ckin crunk (You know it)
Me, your boy Lil Jon, Lil Bo, Big Sam
On the motherf#ckin track, Rick Rubin (Yeah)
I don’t think y’all ready for this sh#t (y’all ain’t ready n#gg#)
Nothin but some real gangsta sh#t (gangsta sh#t)
For them n#gg#s and b#tches out there (Yeah)
Now I’m havin a hard f#ckin life right now (a hard life)
And I’m gunna give y’all some of my f#ckin pain
[Hook – 2X]
Why you f#ckin wit me?
Stop f#ckin wit me!
Don’t be f#ckin wit me!
Stop f#ckin wit me!
[Interlude 1]
You know, it seems like no matter, no matter how hard I f#ckin try
I can’t do the right motherf#ckin sh#t
Like I be tryin and sh#t and sh#t always be turning out f#cked up
Like my b#tch always on my f#ckin back talkin bout I need to get a f#ckin job
Talking bout how I need to pay my f#ckin child support and sh#t
b#tch I’m out here tryin to do all that sh#t but that sh#t don’t go my f#ckin way
Sometimes you need to get the f#ck up off my back
And let me learn how to get this sh#t on my own
I want you to stop f#ckin wit me
Why don’t you stop f#ckin wit me
[Hook]
[Verse One]
b#tch I’m tryin to get a job, but it just don’t work
Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk
They ain’t hirin’ no n#gg# like me in that b#tch
Tattoos, gold teeth, n#gg# dreads and sh#t
Man, f#ck these n#gg#s, I’ll go back to sellin’ dope
Now my baby mama callin bout that child support
b#tch back the f#ck up, and let me smoke my weed
Motherf#ck you b#tch, stop screamin at me
[Hook]
[Interlude 2]
Seem like no matter what the f#ck I do, my b#tch, she always on f#ckin top of me
I’m out here tryin to make f#ckin money and sh#t
And everytime I motherf#ckin come home this b#tch always got something to say
I’m cheatin on her and sh#t, I ain’t doin nothin
[Verse 2]
I’m tryin hard as I can b#tch, leave me alone
You better back your #ss up, before you catch it to your dome
I’ve been out all day, all I want is a beer
Now here yo #ss come with b#llsh#t in my ear
I ain’t been with no b#tch, been tryin’ to make this money
Keep pushin’ a n#gg#, ain’t sh#t gon’ be funny
You mad cause you heard that a girl like me
You better check that b#tch before you come and check me
[Hook]
[Interlude 3]
Know what? I’m just gunna leave the motherf#ckin house
Cause if I stay in this m#th*rf#ck*r, I’m gunna end up f#ckin’ yo #ss up
And I ain’t tryin’ to motherf#ckin go to jail
I’m just going to jump in my motherf#ckin sh#t get on the highway
Find me some dro, and get the f#ck away from your motherf#ckin #ss
Before I lose my motherf#ckin mind
Bye b#tch
Oh sh#t
What the f#ck…the motherf#ckin police behind me
Shit
[Verse 3]
Had to get out the house far away from my b#tch
Cause if I stay any longer it might be some sh#t
And now I’m on 85, wit my pedal to the flo’
And a n#gg# just fired up a blunt of that dro
The police pulled me over on some seatbelt sh#t
That’s when he finds out my license and my tags ain’t legit
Hope he don’t pop my truck cause in there it’s some sh#t
Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that b#tch
[Hook] 4X
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Lil’ Jon Lyrics – Stop f#ckin Wit Me