I Fuck With You
Snoop Dogg Lyrics


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(Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z)
Yeah
(Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah
Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (woo)
Your mama wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.A. think about your broad all I want is the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough, but what you doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feeling me
Why she grillin' me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back
When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers
And you know I deliver
The double N, enough ammo for every nigga
S, that spell Queens stupid ass, run it back
That HBO shit, I must address that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
He pussy, plus he ain't funny as Chris Rock, ha

You can't fuck wit me
(Can't fuck with me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(Fucker, c'mon)
You still can't fuck wit me (you can't fuck wit me)
You can't fuck wit me (you can't fuck wit me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fucker) motherfucker
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Yeah (nigga, what)
You still can't fuck wit me

Loko
Who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle, cuz
One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em In Living Color, on Any Given Sunday
They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
And get 'em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
Like, you on your belly, gimme the key
What is it gonna be, what it is gonna see?
When your blutter don't mean
And I keep tryna wipe it off, like, "Nigga, what's on me?"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that?
Tattooed Def Jam under your wing like that
What? You a rider, not in my house, Mouth
Glad to escape down south to my Miami house
And fifty spring in the couch

You can't fuck wit me
(Can't fuck with me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(Fucker, c'mon)
You still can't fuck wit me (you can't fuck wit me)
You can't fuck wit me (you can't fuck wit me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fucker) motherfucker
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Yeah (nigga, what)
You still can't fuck wit me

Let's play a game of big bank take little bank (yeah)
Big dank take little dank (yeah)
I average ninety-five in the paint (c'mon)
We comin' down like a shank
I know you wanna ride, but you can't
We all up in your shit like a shank (uh)
Don't make me stop and pull brakes
Ya two downs are looking cool, freaking a sound
Yo, I get fucked up and terrorize the town
I'm the circus ring master so fuck the clowns
I bust, lyrics and rounds at the Lyricist Lounge
Lost and Found a new identity, from here to infinity (yeah)
God have mercy on all my enemies
Don't even test, waist your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off, like the Kennedy's
I'm pledge sicker than age, with no type of remedy
Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keepin' y'all outta the state penitentiary

You can't fuck wit me
(Can't fuck with me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(Fucker, c'mon)
You still can't fuck wit me (you can't fuck wit me)
You can't fuck wit me (you can't fuck wit me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fucker) motherfucker
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Yeah (nigga, what)
You still can't fuck wit me

Look, nigga I, regulate, bake the cake
Shake the fake, while keeping my faith
Demonstatin' from the funk shit to the H
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
You weedin' at my table, did you say your grace? (huh)
You say the wrong thing and I'ma smack your face (bitch)
Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (say what)
You did fucked up, cuz, I'm break these niggas
Sprayed them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay them off
Big Dogg, in this motherfuckin' bar
Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes y'all"
We do this with no flaws
I love my bitch wit no drawers and no bras
No laws, we break 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, riding high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal
Servin' or swerving in a '85 Regal
Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' beagle
I take off on your ass like an eagle
Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples
Just in case a motherfucker wanna G Funk
Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a piece on
And they never hesitate to dissolve

Overall Meaning

In the lyrics to "I Fuck With You" by Snoop Dogg, the tone is confident and assertive as he raps about his prowess and superiority over others in the music industry. The lyrics depict Snoop as unapologetically bold and unafraid to call out those who he perceives as fake or unworthy of their success. He references pouring Dom Perignon on the floor and flaunting his lifestyle, portraying a sense of extravagance and power.


Snoop expresses his disdain for those who try to compete with him, emphasizing that no one can match his level of skill and influence. He dismisses the idea of caring about others' public image or reputation, focusing instead on his own talents and accomplishments. The lyrics also touch on themes of loyalty and respect, showcasing Snoop's loyalty to his Uncle L (LL Cool J) and his crew as they navigate the music industry and assert their dominance.


The collaboration with Xzibit adds layers to the song, with both artists showcasing their lyrical prowess and delivering sharp verses that highlight their confidence and swagger. The references to specific individuals like Jamie Foxx and their opinions on them further emphasize Snoop's bold and unfiltered approach to his artistry.


Overall, "I Fuck With You" is a testament to Snoop Dogg's status as a seasoned veteran in the rap game, showcasing his ability to command attention and assert his dominance in the industry. The lyrics serve as a declaration of his talent, influence, and unwavering confidence in his craft, cementing his place as a respected figure in hip-hop.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah
Expressing agreement or acknowledgment


Yeah, yeah
Further emphasizing agreement or acknowledgment


Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Enjoy your expensive champagne, but try to keep up with my style


Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (woo)
Dealing with people ruthlessly and keeping your women away from me


Your mama wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
It's not my fault if your mother is interested in me


L.A. think about your broad all I want is the stacks
I'm only interested in the money and not your girlfriend


Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
People who show off their wealth to me are just a source of amusement


So you made a little dough, but what you doin' wit that?
You might have some money now, but how are you utilizing it?


Thought 'cha girl ain't feeling me, Why she grillin' me, Black?
I thought your girlfriend wasn't interested in me, so why is she staring?


Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
Acknowledge my superiority or face the consequences


On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back
Traveling comfortably and luxuriously between locations


When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack
After analyzing new artists, I find their music to be subpar


I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers
Representing individuals who achieve results discreetly


And you know I deliver
Consistently providing what is needed


The double N, enough ammo for every nigga
Having ample resources to handle any situation


S, that spell Queens stupid ass, run it back
Referring to a place and emphasizing its significance


That HBO shit, I must address that
Acknowledging a specific issue that needs attention


Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
Finally expressing views on a particular topic


He pussy, plus he ain't funny as Chris Rock, ha
Disparaging someone and comparing their humor to another individual




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Calvin Broadus, George L Spivey, James Savage, James Todd Smith, Maqbool Ahmed Sabri

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