Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carbon Copy (I Can't Stop), artist - Rahzel. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Carbon Copy (I Can't Stop) |
| I can’t stop |
| I really don’t care about those other carbon copies |
| Don’t stop Bobby, don’t stop |
| Yo, I’m the microphone champi-on |
| Any stage you get me on or let me on My ambi-once is one step beyond |
| Then my song is a correspond with the audi-once |
| Experi-once the Renaiss-once, my reson-once is really on Wonder Twin powers activate |
| Put the tape on, I can take on any shape, form |
| Size or weight, shape of Activation Voltron |
| Imagine all the microphones in the world I spit it on Imagine the next MC step to me gettin’shitted on You can even ask the girl about the bed we did it on |
| I hit it from the back to Marvin Gaye’s Let’s Get it On Don’t get it wrong, give it a thong, she put it on, in uniform |
| Sippin Don Periogne, Shawn Don, fillet mignon |
| Long horns stick and move until the cameras come on Until the cameras are gone from there on, dusk till dawn |
| Get your grind on, now put your panties back on Thank you for your cooperation |
| Rahzel, on your Hot 97 station |
| (Baby crying) |
| Oh what’s wrong Rahzel? |
| You’re trying to sing? |
| Don’t worry baby, when you grow up you’re gonna be a star! |
| Yo, I’m one of the illest vocalists to ever turn the mic on Let me download my sound, catalog the microns |
| (Computer noises) Turn your website on WWW dot transmission d-d-d-d-d-dot sitcom |
| Got your girl buck naked on the cover, right on 3-d visually enhanced on your cd-rom |
| EP-rom, erasable, programmable and only |
| Memory accesible when you’re pc’s on We can battle for your soul like Ki Yong Song |
| We can battle for your girl like Rae Dawn Chong |
| Yo you’re mother’s so fat she wears a three piece thong |
| Made of polyester-cryllic, rip stop nylon |
| With a skully cap that stretches three feet long |
| 98 degrees outside, with a sheepskin on I play you and your mom like Donkey Kong |
| Check this out |
| (Videogame noises) |
| Yo we got the hottest, wildest fiber optic |
| Double O 7 James Bond, talkin in your watch shit |
| Watch this, Baywatch shit |
| Topless, there’s no way you could stop this, spotless |
| Keep the flame up in the cockpit |
| (?) on some New Kids on the Block shit |
| My worse man is nothin’but profit |
| While you keep secrets and gossip |
| The Officer, the Gentleman |
| Chiseled out, President, call me Lou Gosset |
| This is for the players who pop shit |
| Frontin like you got shit |
| PHD, without the doctrate |
| If it wasn’t for break beats, you’d be rhymin over my shit |
| Often transformin on stage, the Super DJ |
| 2000 beats per minute, with an arcade |
| Round 1 fight, Street Fighter 3, pro tours with an upgrade |
| Call the paramedics to fed-ex some first aid |
| My cahlistenics been magnetic since first grade |
| We can battle in the doorway or the hallway |
| We can take the shit to the street, off and on Broadway |
| We can battle where you buy your cheap ass clothes in front of Comway |
| We can battle in the passenger seat of your motherfuckin Hyundai |
| Doo doo doodoo doooo |
| Doo doo doodoo doooo |
| Keep it movin' |
| We’re movin’on |
| It’s time to get down |
| Rahzel, Roots crew, what, yeah |
| Uh huh, break it down what, Ice diggy |
| Hollis crew, Irv Gotti, what |