Me N u Lyrics

Uh, no ink from my pen, fresh off the dome

Uh, killer Cali, Stalifornia, that's my home, Yeah

I'm back at it again, bitch, I'm destined to win

Restored it once, but bitch, I'm back to restore it again

BBno$ playin', the sub goin' boof

Fifteen, kickin' so hard, it crack the sunroof

I be playin' my own shit, cause Rice is the truth

Extra manage loose, V-Town, Lil Bruce

Big DJ Goose from 72nd put me on

Now everybody and Cali want Rice on the track

You can cut me five stacks, I might make you a album

That's if you don't suck, you do, I'm chargin' 15 thousand

The game don't stop, I got laced by Mic Murder

And Hooker Boy Dame, that's my motherfuckin' man

Since 93' up in the first stood, shit ain't been the same

Threw some gas on that flame, cock back, bitch, bang

Uh, me and you, we see a little different

You sittin' down, I'm standin' up, we pee a little different

Uh, I ain't with the fuck shit! Nah, bitch, you trippin'

Bitch, you with that young shit, I be with that fun shit

That East Oakland dumb shit, bitch, I'm hot

Singles, FonkTown, Dubs, Thirties, back in the spot

You try to hang with me, I'm like how money you got

You see them po'ps, tuck that dope punk bitch you hot

It's expensive livin' here, you catch me goin' for broke

Couldn't get a tech job, so I'm back with the dope

To keep it lit, I ain't wifin' her unless she cleanin' my spokes

Or makin' sandwiches

I'll wife you if you doin' them both, bitch

Old-school Honda's got me slidin' on the flo

The VTEC locked, and I'm slidin' up Hwy 4

On my way to Antioch to get tuned by Jeremy

He threw his hands on my whip, and now my shit skirt scary

Bump sticks from Rocket Motorsports

Them shits on lump

I burn 11's, both wheels from the west to the Fonk

The only way you keepin' up, gon' have to cop you a Telsa

And you still ain't keepin' up, my motor hot like peppers

My fuckin' lump sticks lock, motor cock like guns

Get low on funds, finna give your pockets a run

We earthquakin' shit, California shakin', takin' shit

Better give it up quick or catch a fuckin' facelift

Uh, me and you, we see a little different

You sittin' down, I'm standin' up, we pee a little different

Uh, I ain't with the fuck shit! Nah, bitch, you trippin'

Bitch, you with that young shit, I be with that fun shit

That East Oakland dumb shit, bitch, I'm hot

Singles, FonkTown, Dubs, Thirties, back in the spot

You try to hang with me, I'm like how money you got

You see them po'ps, tuck that dope punk bitch you hot

Verse three, I hardly do these now

But the style clean like Steve Harvey's style

Suited up, me and my clique both booted up

But I'm ridin' dolo in this bitch, I ain't still booin' up

And if I'm donkin' in this bitch, it's 22 and up

Yeah, but I don't be ridin' in no donk, bitch I ride the fonk

Ezale can't see well from turf to turf

The dub mob pitch balls, and we ain't talkin' bout nerf

We from the singles, pitch balls like Nolan Ryan

Bust off two nine-packs and cop a 18' Cayenne

See it's a couple of years old, but watch the game, it's cold

Cause they gon' burn it in a year and cop a check from Moe's

Then do the fool, built up credit and cop a house off Vetts

70 bands off a stingray, it ain't no sweat

Then switch his parts out with his folks, he got a co-part wreck

He slid it four more times, insurance slid him a check, yeah

Uh, me and you, we see a little different

You sittin' down, I'm standin' up, we pee a little different

Uh, I ain't with the fuck shit! Nah, bitch, you trippin'

Bitch, you with that young shit, I be with that fun shit

That East Oakland dumb shit, bitch, I'm hot

Singles, FonkTown, Dubs, Thirties, back in the spot

You try to hang with me, I'm like how money you got

You see them po'ps, tuck that dope punk bitch you hot