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[Intro]
Yeah, nigga
Niggas worry 'bout what the fuck I say when the fuck I say it, don’t worry 'bout what the fuck I say
Nigga I say it how I wanna say it, nigga I spray it how I wanna spray it, do what the fuck I feel like doin', fuck you
[Verse]
I’m a gangsta homie
You a wanksta phony, I make it rain in Cali, fuck Tony! Toni! Toné!
You got guns? come to Compton and show me
I sandwich niggas this beef shit is baloney homie
I take ya bitch, make her come ride my pony
That's Ginuwine, I give a fuck if she fat or boney
Long as she catwalk like Naomi and freak like Missy, I take her to Miss Sixty
She the [?] wear like King Griffey
Freckles on her face so I put a bezel on her Jake, I wifed hеr
And I don't mean a wedding
I mean a free pair of G Unit snеakers, now she a video extra, yea
Baby momma drama, I'm startin' to feel the pressure, my son see me walk in the house
Wit a Smith & Wesson
School of hard knocks, son it's a black vest, you need this when you gangbangin' in the West, lil man I love you
They can't stop ya pop’s, they can’t yell G Unit, they can't rock the watch, they can’t drive that new Vanquish, and drop the top, they can't sign with Dre and come back to the block
Nigga you ain't a gangsta, stop frontin' bitch
’Fore I pull that fo-five
And blaze ya six
Might catch me in Manhattan wit a amazing bitch
Her boyfriend start point guard for the New York Knicks
Homie that's [?], I set her down, flip around, dick her down and roll up purple haze and a strawberry
Swisher Sweet, you my pumpkin, give a trick or treat
I do anything for a bitch except lick her feet
One more thing, I never take a bitch to eat, you gotta pay for your own meal but the dick is free
I'm a gangsta, you can't get shit from me, I almost died in 2001 that's black history
You can't understand that then the pistol speak
I gangbang and shoot rock like Pistol Pete
You see the cops on my block? then whistle B slash L double O-D
Yeah, they can't stop what's hot, they can't yell G Unit, they can't rock the watch, they can't drive that new Vanquish, and drop the top, they can't sign with Dre and come back to the block
[Outro]
All of a motherfuckin' sudden
Niggas comin' out the woodworks
Talkin' 'bout "Fuck Game", I ain't this and I ain't that
You right nigga
I ain't shit
That's why I'll blow your motherfuckin' top off
Fuck You was written by The Game.
Fuck You was produced by DJ Whoo Kid.