Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cause I Can (feat. Jayo Felony & C-Bo), artist - E-40. Album song Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.08.1999
Record label: Sick Wit It
Song language: English
Cause I Can (feat. Jayo Felony & C-Bo) |
We do this for life ya dumb fucks, y’all niggaz is dumptrucks |
The type to bitch up, and getcha eyebrows plucked |
Mark my words loco gon’have it like Motown’s heyday |
So dope they name us all twice like we, Pelle Pelle |
You better be prepared to call me Bullet Loco Gorde |
Pop my collar with none other than Earl-40 |
Square off on a square like it’s high noon, cause i’m a tycoon |
If you fuck with Sick Wid It y’all niggaz gon’die soon |
I can’t make a fiend do nuthin against they will |
I just leave they eyes so yellow you see em and yield |
WHOA -- spill the guts of the ones that’s not real |
So when you see me nigga scream out one shot kill |
Gotta, spot on my shoe from all the blood we spill |
I get it even if I don’t want it nigga like free refills |
Y’all don’t wanna give us our props, y’all niggaz gon’get dropped |
Nigga fuck hip-hop, nigga this CRIP-hop WHAT? |
Chorus: E-40 + Jayo Felony (repeat 2X) |
Pimp’n why you splurgin? |
(Cause I can) |
Why you go up in my bitch? |
(Nigga cause I can) |
Why you smokin all that broccoli? |
(Cause I can) |
Why everybody think you rich? |
(Nigga cause I am!) |
Motherfucker ?? |
grew up on the undertuckamajig |
My destination control the block |
Fast ass wad full of ones in my pocket |
with a hundred dollar bill wrapped on top |
Thirty-two shot extended clip to keep it trill when I pop |
Durin the summer it’s Zenith’s but in the winter ride stock |
Better believe us don’t try to play us for false |
cause it’s not a game no way no how |
Bullet Loco, Charlie Hustle and Major Payne nigga now |
How you think peons try’na deallllllllll with it? |
Fuck around and wind up gettin killllllllled with it Beotch! |
New booty rappers get penalized, and expedited |
Cause they don’t think about they shit, before they write it We don’t sell narcotics with the po-po problems, playboy take a look |
We off into real estate, CD’s, millions of books |
Used to be crooks still hang around crooks, dealers and ex-cons |
Niggaz with Lucci from slangin that alcohol and shermon |
Players with cake, pushin they weight, try to find the last trap |
Transfer they bloody bread to llegal corporate scratch |
What they want? |
Are y’all fools ready for dis? |
It’s for loco for sure I’ll blast |
With Bullet Loco and 40-Water we take your life then we haul ass |
Tall cash stacked in the basement |
Can’t leave the house with less than a zip an a extra clip |
Niggaz wanna know why I get down like this ain’t that a bitch? |
You see my, life on TV cause it’s the daddy with the ?? |
and a P Niggaz just can’t seem to get away from PD while they surrounded me and houndin me cause I ball hard, on parole in a double-R |
Fifty to a hundred G’s and je-wels on wrists |
Nigga we ghetto stars |
Shit my niggaz spent G’s and push drop Bentleys |
Remi Mark sippin, Cristal, X-O Hennesey |
And better believe if we enemies we spray ya wit these |
Every night at twelve have your whole motherfuckin city prayin on knees |
and still 40-Water pass the strap and I blast, Jayo hit the gas |
Had to tear his whole motherfuckin head off tryin to get to his stash |
Every man they all man, quick to pull a lick out the Brougham |
Only reason I rode down on that bitch ass nigga, is because I can! |