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Intro
Ladies and fkin gentlemen (Whassup)
It's the kings of fkin crunk (You know it)
Me, your boy Lil Jon, Lil Bo, Big Sam
On the motherfkin track, Rick Rubin (Yeah)
I don't think y'all ready for this s**t (y'all ain't ready nigg*)
Nothin but some real gangsta s**t (gangsta s**t)
For them and girls out there (Yeah)
Now I'm havin a hard fkin life right now (a hard life)
And I'm gunna give y'all some of my fkin pain

Hook - 2X
Why you fkin wit me?
Stop fkin wit me!
Don't be fkin wit me!
Stop fkin wit me!

Interlude 1
You know, it seems like no matter, no matter how hard I fkin try
I can't do the right motherfkin s**t
Like I be tryin and s**t and s**t always be turning out fked up
Like my b*tch always on my fkin back talkin bout I need to get a fkin job
Talking bout how I need to pay my fkin child support and s**t
b*tch I'm out here tryin to do all that s**t and that s**t don't go my fkin way
Sometimes you need to get the fk up off my back
And let me learn how to get this s**t right on
I want you to stop fkin wit me
Why don't you stop fkin wit me

Hook

Verse One
b*tch I'm tryin to get a job, but it just don't work
(b*tch I'm tryin to get a job, but that s**t don't work)
Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk
(Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk)
Can't hire no nigg* like me in that b*tch
(Can't hire no nigg* like me in that b*tch)
Tattoos, gold teeth, nigg* dreads and s**t
(Tattoos, gold teeth, nigg* dreads and s**t)
Man, fk these , I'll go back to sellin' dope
(Man, fk these , I'll go back to sellin' dope)
Now my baby mama callin bout that child support
(Now my baby mama callin bout that child support)
b*tch back the fk up, and let me smoke my weed
(b*tch back the fk up, let me smoke my weed)
Motherfk you b*tch, stop screamin at me
(Motherfk you b*tch, stop screamin at me)

Hook

Interlude 2
Seem like no matter what the fk I do, my b*tch, she always on fkin top of me
I'm out here tryin to make fkin money and s**t
And everytime I motherfkin come home this b*tch always got something to say
I'm cheatin on her and s**t, I ain't doin nothin

Verse 2
I'm tryin hard as I can b*tch, leave me alone
(I'm tryin hard as I can b*tch, leave me alone)
You better back your as* up, before you catch it to your dome
(You better back your as* up, before you catch it to your dome)
I've been out all day, all I want is a beer
(I've been out all day, all I want is a beer)
Now here yo as* come with bulls**t in my ear
(Now here yo as* come with bulls**t in my ear)
I ain't been with no b*tch, been tryin' to make this money
(I ain't been with no b*tch, been tryin' to make this money)
Keep pushin' a nigg*, and s**t gunna get funny
(Keep pushin' a nigg*, and s**t gunna get funny)
You mad cause you heard that a girl like me
(You mad cause you heard that your girl like me)
You better check that b*tch before you come and check me
(You better check that b*tch before you come and check me)

Hook

Interlude 3
Know what? I'm just gunna leave the motherfkin house
cause if I stay in this motherfker, I'm gunna end up fkin' yo as* up
And I ain't tryin' to motherfkin go to jail
I'm just going to jump in my motherfkin s**t get on the highway
find me some dro, and get the fk away from your motherfkin ass
before I lose my motherfkin mind
Bye b*tch
Oh s**t
What the fk...the motherfkin police behind me
s**t

Verse 3
Had to get out the house far away from my b*tch
(Had to get out the house far away from my b*tch)
Cause if I stay any longer it might be some s**t
(If I stay any longer it might be some s**t)
And now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the flo'
(Now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the flo')
And a nigg* just fired up a blunt of that dro
(And a nigg* just fired up a blunt of that dro)
The police pulled me over on some seatbelt s**t
(The police pulled me over on some seatbelt s**t)
That's when he finds out my license and my tag ain't legit
(That's when he finds out my license and my tag ain't legit)
Hope he don't pop my truck cause in there is some s**t
(Hope he don't pop my truck cause in there is some s**t)
Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that b*tch
(Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that b*tch)

Hook 4X

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