Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Go Wrong, artist - DJ Quick. Album song California Love, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |