| Yeah…
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| I’m like a '88 classic, Apathy goes back
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| To Filas with straps and Don Mattingly throwbacks
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| I’m back bitch, on some asshole rap shit
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| Rarely ever seen like Asian dudes with black chicks
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| You muthafuckas wanna scrap? |
| Be quiet!
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| You know when Apathy drops, you happily buy it
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| All these cats are a riot, wanna rap, so they try it
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| But’ll quit as quick as Ruben Studdard on the Atkins diet
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| I ain’t the type to blow scratch on tricks
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| Slap tricks in the trap if teeth scratch the dick
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| Chicken’s in the kitchen makin' chicken from scratch and shit
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| Check it, Chum’s on the track with the scratch and mix
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| Y’all don’t even understand who you scrappin' with
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| I got Timbs in the trunk, won’t scratch my kicks
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| Y’all are brewin' up a plot, tryin' to get Ap to flip?
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| Do yourself a favor — scratch that shit, cause…
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| Even though muthafuckas tryin' to see me…
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| «Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me» [- Jay-Z
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| The way I think, I make it look easy
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| «Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me» [- Jay-Z
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| You got doubts, but please believe me
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| «Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me» [- Jay-Z
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| Go ask your mom to cop this CD
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| «Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me» [- Jay-Z
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| The Rubix Cuban’s at your door, but I ain’t singin' no carols
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| I’m like Donkey Kong, I got you niggas dodgin' my barrels
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| Don’t give a fuck where your label’s from
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| We runnin' up in your office, holdin' your CEO hostage with a staple gun
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| And ain’t no stoppin' this don; |
| I got soccer moms
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| Puttin' Glocks in their palms and wildin' out to opera songs
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| Blow off your brim, turn your fitted to a kufi
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| I’m like Ricky Ricardo except, «I Love Uzis»
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| When I’m in the crowd, these rappers are shook
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| They won’t stage dive unless they got a harness with a grapplin' hook
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| Damn right, my raps are real ill
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| The Celph Titled talkin' doll says, «Kill, kill»
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| Oh, you’s a tough guy, sayin' that you brawl in these fights?
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| But you got your nose broken by a white bitch from a volleyball spike
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| Old timers ask me where I got my pimp game from
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| Cause I got 99 bitches and ain’t a problem with one
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| I’m the one to call when your third verse is free
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| Slip slugs in a pump and disperse emcees
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| Six gunner with a potty mouth, spittin' up mud
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| I stay trippin' with a 40 oz., sippin' them suds
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| Outta Cali with a bang, bitch! |
| Fuckin' insane, bitch
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| The man savin' L.A., forget about Game, bitch
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| I never claim Crip, but I’ll murder my language
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| If I can’t handle it quick, I’ll have it arranged then
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| Last nine summers, you been suckin' the same dick
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| But Jay’s gone, and I’m still fuckin' 'em brainless
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| At the Holiday Inn, my Doc Holiday grins
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| A little too much for one, so I’ll probably get twins
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| Let the party begin, take it back to the telly
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| Your body is doper than coke, but your crack is smelly
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| At the show, they was rippin' all their panties and bras down
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| They love it, cause officially I’m one of the 'godz now |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Leave Rap Alone (feat. Celph Titled & Ryu), artist - Apathy. Album song Eastern Philosophy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп