Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Go Wrong , by - DJ Quick. Song from the album California Love, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.08.2010
Record label: Rud pixels
Song language: English
Can't Go Wrong |
| The reason that I’m here, I’mma drop 'til it’s clear |
| Let off… K's to front, middle and rear |
| Switches couldn’t switch like these switches a day |
| Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways |
| That they ears and chairs, dis on this years |
| Cokes drippin' off juice and gins |
| As a matter of fact, takes matter of fact |
| To duplicate the great, y’all get played like a sax |
| Trumpet or trombone… |
| Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone |
| If she raggedly, I’m sendin' 'em home |
| Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all ten to the dome |
| It don’t quit (don't quit), it don’t stop (don't stop) |
| Let the beat knock (the beat knock) |
| Let the beat knock (the beat knock) |
| Pull up at the spot, pull up at the stop |
| In a drop top gettin' what I got, I just… |
| Can’t go wrong, releasing all my thoughts through songs |
| Don’t give a damn on the real, I’ll say just what I feel |
| Don’t matter what you say, I’ll never stop, I’ll bust all day |
| No time for delay, I’ll do it my way |
| (Kurupt, what up?) I’mma drop 'til it’s clear |
| In these ravines and ponds, it’s Vietnam time |
| Tossin' C-notes, the «Magnificent Magneto» |
| Dippin' through, comin' like ay! |
| Don’t expect nothin' less, D’s gleam on the tray |
| All night and all day, it’s the best in a 2001 SS |
| It’s the prince of the West |
| I ain’t tryna do much, tryna do too much |
| I ain’t even really trippin' |
| It’s just me, Snoopy and Quik and |
| Someone like you with the biggest mouth to put a dick in |
| Most of y’all malfunction like faulty equipment |
| Shifted, drifted, different, uplifted |
| Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me Paul Vitti |
| With the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mall |
| With young Roscoe, you fool and hostile |
| I just tuck my roscoe, the Apostle’s colossal, I… |
| Can’t go wrong, releasing all my thoughts through songs |
| (Just don’t stop) |
| Don’t give a damn on the real, I’ll say just what I feel |
| (Bounce them switches) |
| Don’t matter what you say, I’ll never stop, I’ll bust all day |
| (Cause I’mma bust all day) |
| No time for delay, I’ll do it my way (Yeah) |
| Yes |
| 1, 2, fuck wit my crew |
| And we won’t stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue |
| 3, 4, look at that whore |
| With the fat ass, but without the cash, hit the door |
| The reason that I’m here: Kurupt done bought the beer |
| I’mma lush, lookin' for the kush |
| Lookin' for the bush to push and mush back |
| I’d hump the ho if she ain’t been needin' a douche bag |
| No, must’ve been the coochie with hair that’s pushed back |
| In a bun lookin' fun |
| Gettin' silly with my celly from Philly |
| Brought to you by way of 2−1's |
| We smuggle in and out of the place our two guns |
| Courtesy of Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabos, yup |
| We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad with the mad hoes |
| Get out! |
| Yeah! |
| Look here! |
| We started this pussy shit (No shit) |
| And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get? |
| Come on! |
| Can’t go wrong, releasing all my thoughts through songs |
| Don’t give a damn on the real, I’ll say just what I feel |
| Don’t matter what you say, I’ll never stop, I’ll bust all day |
| No time for delay, I’ll do it my way |
| Aight y’all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement |
| From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit |
| My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around |
| Pussy ass niggas! |
| tryin' to see what’s up wit my homboy |
| And see what’s up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that |
| Nigga I’m a mothafuckin' killa and it’s like this nigga |
| If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas |
| Came around and didn’t do shit, I’ll be a billionaire right now |
| Put up or shut up mothafuckas, it’s like this, it’s on, onsite |