Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Deny It, artist - Fabolous. Album song Playlist, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.09.2016
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Can't Deny It |
Y’all can’t deny it, I’mma fuckin' rider |
You don’t wanna fuck with me |
Got scales in the trunk with me |
Switching lanes, do a buck with me |
Y’all can’t deny it, I’mma fucking rider |
You don’t wanna bang with me |
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok) |
Niggas trip, I got my thang with me |
Yo, if they want it, cowards get it |
They still wonder how I did it |
Now y’all with it, these niggas see how I spit it |
Huh, these bitches see how I kit it |
You can hear my coupe a block away |
Bitches be yellin, «Let Me Ride» like they Snoop and Dr. Dre |
I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos |
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro' |
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough |
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes |
It’s William Bonnie, stealin' mamis |
Dance closely, even though they feel the llamies |
I ain’t tryin' to send police to ya res' |
I’m tryin' to put this piece to ya chest |
And you in peace wit the rest |
You can release to the press — this how G’s ride |
From the North to the South to the East to the West, let’s go |
+ (Nate Dogg) |
Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness |
The name’s Fabolous, you heard I be |
In them trucks wit the wheels glissed |
In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris' |
'Click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this? |
I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck |
That can make it feel like the block’s movin' |
My 6−4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin' |
Them boys in blue with the shields and the Glocks movin' |
(You can’t deny it) I’m the same ol' G |
The Guc' frames got the same gold G |
Duke can you frame O-3, 'cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40 |
It ain’t gonna be named Olde E |
I might be in Chuck T’s, or the Chukka’s |
And if your duck cheese I’mma fuck her, duck these motherfucker |
Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die |
Hollerin' 1−8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool |
It ain’t really dat hard, to get fucked up |
Its really quite easy, just step up |
I’mma knock him so hard, on his butt |
Just like he been drinkin', like he drunk |
The fat bitch stood up, just stood up |
She bout to be singin', turn it up |
You won’t hear a thang, know you won’t |
You too busy sleepin', won’t wake up |
You can’t deny it |
The kid pull the four out a little quicker |
You might end up the reason, ya homies |
Will have to pour out a little liquor |
Every stack that a draws out a little thicker |
I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker |
You kids rap; |
that’s cool |
But the kid’s wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool |
Kidnap that fool, you don’t wanna wake up gettin told |
That ya kids trapped at school |
When the time’s right, I’mma put this nine right |
To the left side of ya head, push ya mind right |
It’s still nuthin' but a G thang, I thought you knew |
And I’m bout to do the numbers that they thought you do |
Still don’t know me, still jump in a Lex |
The chain so icy, I got chill bumps on my neck |
The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the 'jects |
Still bump in your decks, still dumpin' the TEC, still |