F-It-Less
Snoop Dogg
Struggling with F-It-Less? Become a better singer in 30 days with these videos!
Yo, yo you can let the magnum bust or puff bags of dust If you mad at us, watch that ass get crushed Now ya screamin' why did the blood have to rush It's a bunch of thugs after us, slugs blastin' us y'all rollers done mashed her up The nigga with the live weapons Who got shorty runnin' and comin' in five seconds Givin' back shots patch box, fat knots I rap hot, like black glocks Disrespect this and get disconnected Then sprayed like disinfectant The shit I spit keep my lip infected I practice safe sex so my dick's protected And hold the gat wild, puffin' fat L's Bonin' a chick listening to Maxwell On a Maxell, my man called me on a black cell He told me he got bagged for a crack sell How ya feelin' son, not that well Bustin' techs and shit And no matter what sex you is Behind ya back niggas'll sex ya bitch Make you wonder where the exit is F*ck That, cuttin' no slack I'm bustin' fat nuts on ya back [Hook x2] Yo, what it look like You got crack what it cook like You gotta track, what's the hook like F is off the hook, right We stole cars while you took bikes And on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped [Verse 2] Hey yo, what it look like You got crack what it cook like You gotta track, what's the hook like F is off the hook, right We stole cars while you took bikes And on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped You's a half thug, beatin' ya dick in the bathtub I get mad love, do a crime won't get bagged up Roll in the set, put a hole in ya chest, open ya chest, Flowin the best, no one contest, I'm blowin' ya vest Until I die, I'll be high off drugs Money bought me everything but couldn't buy me love My niggas blast and shoot cha' from here to Massachusetts The cash be ruthless, that's why ya ass is toothless You ain't half as ill as the admiral You a crab for real, nigga grab ya shield Rappers want to kill me and blast me cause my rhymes are filthy While other niggas are silky and sassy Upset ya squad, I'll never wet chu' God y'all niggas ain't worth a dollar fifty on a Metro card F*CK THAT!, I bust gats, sit on the side like hubcaps Never leave home with out the rough raps Paper, I got to touch that, you want bitches, I want track [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Yo, I know this ho that'll set chu' up and take ya tech Then niggas that make you peck to break ya neck Her mind was the dirtiest Ever since her pops died on the 30th She was livin' the life of unworthiness Her name was Karen, she drove a black LeBaron And by the way, she used to sell packs of crack for Aaron Tyron, do anything to be in a live zone Smoke five bones then rob the jewelry store for nine stones Attack ya town, packin' pounds, smackin' clowns Back em' down like Jackie Brown You never had skill, I'm mad ill like an overdose of Advil Killer at will [Hook x2] F*ck That, true criminal F-F gonna hold this down F*ck That, true criminal F-F gonna hold this down F*ck That, true crimina F-F gonna hold this down F*ck That, true criminal F-F gonna hold this down F*ck That, true criminal F-F gonna hold this down
Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
Written by: DOMINGO PADILLA, WINSTON MORRIS
Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"F-It-Less Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 13 May 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/451887/Snoop+Dogg/F-It-Less>.
Discuss the F-It-Less Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In