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WC - Can't Hold Back lyrics
featuring Ice Cube Mm, mm, mm WC: Aw Yeah I'm wit this It's me, the shadiest one (Dub, callin' all dubs) Ice Cube: Hot licks, hot licks Comin' wit them hot licks, hot licks Hit 'em wit them hot licks, hot licks Rollin' with them hot licks Hot licks WC: Hatas steppin' to me, they wanna get some But I'ma dub, yo, yo, you know the outcome Another victory, they can't get wit' me Smoke from the left so coupe it's all they ever see I'm on the grind, I got's to get mine, loc I been puttin' it down since the days of low pro, so Why's everybody now hatin' on me? (why?) Could it be I'm runnin' wit the dub SCG Or is it that I'm countin my riches Getting' my fingernails cleaned And being braided by the finest bitches Whateva the case you need to back up off my Benz Keep my name out yo mouth and slow down like Lou Sends Cuz I wrote for gears, y'all Came to 'fore I served all y'all I deserve my R y'all Dub C, the new leader of the pack Wit' the brand new sack, and yo, I can't hold back Ice Cube (Chorus): It ain't a problem that I can't fix, And I can do it wit' yo bitch So If you lookin' for trouble and you wanna feel muscle All up against yo brain It'll weigh those troubles down the drain I said I'll weigh those troubles down the drain (Bang, bang dub C!) WC: Not just braggin', snippin', saggin' Bang when I talk make the whole world sleepwalk I wants a little, yeah nigga, no doubt I put myself in this game, and I'm the only one can take me out The 4 droppa wit the Jocelyn complexion Still love the women with chests and C-sections Protection, got my own bodyguard nigga Fuck security, sleep wit my finga on the trigga A street scholar, born into nada go riff-rockin' prada To rockin' shows in the Dama Fleet collar (hoo hooooo!) Never thought a rapper can be livin' like this All I wanted was a rolex to fill my shit Paid dues, curb served, for what, connected? Sometimes feared but I'm never disrespected Get the cash and mash, drivin' for the meal ticket Stretch and takin' work, we gon get it, I can't hold back Chorus Get up, get up, get up, now throw your hood in the air Let me know you out there Eastside, Westside, South and up North If y'all respect mines then I will respect yours From the crypts to blunts to latinos I'm down with any nigga that's down for makin' sceno's Illegal, a dozen egos can't lie I'm addicted to totin' fiends for them birds that don't fly 'Cuz real g's chase g's and shake busts Look out for one another motherfuckin' color We quick to bring it, but ain't got time for the drama I'm all about stackin' dollaz and swangin' Impalas I got my money to make, niggaz a gank, gay to chase Keys a takin', bottles of paint, pounds of flip, a bottle of steak Nigga to drink, pepper the bank, hose the brake, goes the weight Foez the cane, but it's over, finish this game, what's my name? (scratching) I'm, I'm, I'm a dub to the C I'ma dub to the C I'ma dub to the C I'ma dub to the C Chorus Bang bang Hoo Hoooo |
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