Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If, artist - Freemasons. Album song Unmixed, in the genre ХаусDate of issue: 28.10.2007
Record label: Loaded
Song language: English
If |
| Yeah |
| Haha, yeah |
| Yeah |
| If I can’t do it, homie, it can’t be done |
| Now I’ma let the champagne bottle pop |
| I’ma take it to the top |
| For sure, I’ma make it hot, baby (Baby) |
| I apply pressure to pussies, they stunt and I pop (Yeah) |
| Stand alone squeezing my pistol, I’m sure that I got 'em (Uh-huh) |
| Now, Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes |
| I’m 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop nines (Brrat!) |
| Tell niggas, get they money right, 'cause I got mine (Uh-huh) |
| And I’m around, quit playing, nigga, you can’t shine (Woo) |
| You gon' be that next chump to end up in the trunk |
| After being hit by the pump—is that what you want? |
| Be easy, nigga—I'll lay your ass out |
| Believe me, nigga—that's what I’m about |
| Gangsta! |
| You could find a nigga sitting on chrome |
| Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I’m gone (Yeah) |
| If I can’t do it, homie, it can’t be done |
| Now, I’ma let the champagne bottle pop |
| I’ma take it to the top |
| For sure, I’ma make it hot, baby (Baby) |
| I’m down for the action, he smart with his mouth, so smack him (Woo) |
| You holding a strap, he might come back, so clap him (Yeah) |
| React like a gangsta, or die like a gangsta for acting (C'mon) |
| 'Cause you’ll get hit and homicide’ll be asking, «What happened?» |
| Oh no, look who crept in with the .44 |
| Twenty-inch rims sitting on low-pros (Uh-huh) |
| Eastside, Westside, niggas know, yo, I’m loco (Yeah) |
| Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain |
| Niggas don’t rob me, they know I’m down to die for my chain |
| G-Unit! |
| (Yeah) We get it popping in the hood |
| G-Unit! |
| (Yeah) Motherfucker, what’s good? |
| I’m waiting on niggas to act like they don’t know how to act (Uh-huh) |
| I had a sip of too much Jack, I’ll blow 'em off the map |
| With the MAC, thinking it’s all rap |
| 'Til that ass get clapped and Doc say, «It's a wrap» |
| It’s a wrap, nigga |
| If I can’t do it, homie, it can’t be done |
| Now, I’ma let the champagne bottle pop (Uh-huh) |
| I’ma take it to the top |
| For sure, I’ma make it hot, baby (Baby) |
| I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners |
| Go 'head, act up, get smacked in the head with the burner (Ahh) |
| I don’t fight fair, I’m dirty, dirty |
| I’m from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga, you heard me? |
| (Yeah) |
| When streetlights come on, niggas blast the nines (Uh-huh) |
| Get locked up, they read books to pass the time (Woo) |
| In the game there’s ups and downs, so I stay on the grind |
| Niggas on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind |
| There ain’t nothing they could do to stop my shine (Unh-uh) |
| This is God’s plan, homie, this ain’t mine |
| I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance |
| And Grandma always gotta throw in her two cents |
| I’m the dropout who made more money than his teachers |
| Roofless like the Coupe, but I come with more features |
| I am what I am; |
| you can like it or love it |
| It feels good to blow 50 grand and think nothing of it, fuck it! |
| If I can’t do it, homie, it can’t be done |
| Now I’ma let the champagne bottle pop |
| I’ma take it to the top |
| For sure, I’ma make it hot, baby (Baby) |
| If I can’t do it, homie, it can’t be done (Haha) |
| Now I’ma let the champagne bottle pop |
| I’ma take it to the top (Yeah) |
| For sure I’ma make it hot, baby (Baby) |
| Uh-huh |
| I’ma make it hot |
| Dr. Dre |
| Aftermath |
| Shady |
| Haha |