Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Help It, artist - Royal Flush. Album song Ghetto Millionaire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.08.1997
Record label: Blunt
Song language: English
Can't Help It |
| All my life, they said I’m trife, street rebel wit Nikes |
| And catch an appetite off other niggas grabbin a mic |
| I write, deeper shit that Malcolm X could recite |
| Wit this rap device, rhymes so strong, you get sliced |
| Three dimension nice, stay on point like Wes Snipe |
| (What's up tonight?) Of them days look right |
| Let’s creep, New York City hold me down wit the heat |
| Mandatory ease, reppin from Flushing to 12 Street |
| Delete, all these knuckleheads lookin for beef |
| I’m vexed, half ya niggas don’t deserve our respect |
| We take, regulate, Royal Flush out state |
| Penetrate, thru other areas, hustle and wait |
| No mistakes, just a large nigga livin wit fate |
| Celebrate, and have the whole world buyin my tape |
| I’m just a kid on the block, hustlin till I’m not |
| Poppin Crystal in yachts, layin low on the docks |
| Wit big Willie niggas, gettin riches, my life switches |
| My moms always said it be different in time, listen |
| My prop addiction, is far from fiction |
| My street commission, that keep me healthy |
| Little chubby, but my pockets wealthy |
| My brother help me, jail time will reveal me |
| I sware thunn, there’s nothin you can tell me |
| Can’t Help It, if I wanted to |
| Gotta hustle, just to make it through |
| Can’t Help It, if I wanted to |
| If you ever been down |
| It gets deeper, talk about it while I’m high off reefer |
| The black Ebenezer, phantom dark when I meet you |
| And tap ya five fingers, coast to coat, I pack arenas |
| Ain’t nuthin between us, except I’m close, and you fall like Venus |
| The male genius, hittin shorties, lookin European |
| And overdosin ghetto potion so the Gods are toastin |
| My links is flooded like the ocean and keepin motion |
| The verbal chosen wisdom, hold me down when I’m frozen |
| You stay dozin, the best is now rosin, my man |
| Comprehend a lot, but don’t understand |
| So update ya plans, I’ll be broke just like your mans |
| Hit like iron hands, the data don, computer plans |
| The Wastlanz, expands, in grands and cross lands |
| Analyze the scans from Queens, ya niggas only dream, so pathetic |
| When it comes to guns, ya need to jet, forget it |
| All ya petty niggas always scared to set it |
| Royal Flush meant it, and let the government present it |
| This worldwide message I release while I’m sendin |