Can’t Fuck Wit Us

[Verse 1]
Summer 06
Silver hoops, lined lips
Belt with the old E
From shoes up
I'm g'd up
I was scheming
Looks could be deceiving
I was in the back of the hooptie Getting freaky
Slipping out my dickies
Giving him quickie
Next day text back
Saying how he miss me
Got a couple different numbers
For a couple different moods
My vision on my goals
No entertaining hoes
Still I got to get mine
Times changed
Flipped the script
Now you on my time
Blade gripping
Loaded clip
Bitch this how I ride
I'm on my way
To feel that West Side
Ariza Sunshine
Blowing up the alpine
Blowing out smoke
My homegirl riding with me
And right now we 'bout to roll
If we run into some foes
Hit 'em with the .44
Speed off 'fo the jura shows
Let a puta leva know
You can't fuck wit us

[Hook]
You can't fuck wit us
You can't fuck wit us
You can't fuck wit us
You can't fuck wit us

[Verse 2]
See the regal with the
En El Mapa plaque
Dipping down the ave
Give a fuck
Windows tinted black
I'm back and that's that
You ain't gonna do shit about it
Mothafuck you
What you do
Your whole crew
West side baby
Give you something to groove to
Flow is dope
Reaching area codes
Like I'm moving work
Already trying to jack the 'stilo
I know lames lurk
Talking 'bout my shit is corny
Got your feelings hurt
Mousey ass fools
I don't want no shit to do
Back it up
Talking real foolish
Act up
Slap you up
Leave limping like a sad pup
Ass dropped
Pop you like a collar
Leave behind your daughter
From Ariza to Califas
En El Mapa Records rifa
Got another hit
For lil' locs and the g's
The coldest mothafucka
Coming out of AZ
They think they fucking wit us
Must be smoking that g
You can't fuck wit us