Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Hold Back, artist - WC. Album song The Shadiest One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Dub Online
Song language: English
Can't Hold Back |
WC: |
Aw Yeah |
I’m wit this |
It’s me, the shadiest one |
(Dub, callin’all dubs) |
Ice Cube: |
Hot licks, hot licks |
Comin’wit them hot licks, hot licks |
Hit 'em wit them hot licks, hot licks |
Rollin’with them hot licks |
Hot licks |
WC: |
Hatas steppin’to me, they wanna get some |
But I’ma dub, yo, yo, you know the outcome |
Another victory, they can’t get wit’me |
Smoke from the left so coupe it’s all they ever see |
I’m on the grind, I got’s to get mine, loc |
I been puttin’it down since the days of low pro, so Why’s everybody now hatin’on me? |
(why?) |
Could it be I’m runnin’wit the dub SCG |
Or is it that I’m countin my riches |
Getting’my fingernails cleaned |
And being braided by the finest bitches |
Whateva the case you need to back up off my Benz |
Keep my name out yo mouth and slow down like Lou Sends |
Cuz I wrote for gears, y’all |
Came to 'fore I served all y’all |
I deserve my R y’all |
Dub C, the new leader of the pack |
Wit’the brand new sack, and yo, I can’t hold back |
Ice Cube (Chorus): |
It ain’t a problem that I can’t fix, |
And I can do it wit’yo bitch |
So If you lookin’for trouble and you wanna feel muscle |
All up against yo brain |
It’ll weigh those troubles down the drain |
I said I’ll weigh those troubles down the drain |
(Bang, bang dub C!) |
WC: |
Not just braggin', snippin', saggin' |
Bang when I talk make the whole world sleepwalk |
I wants a little, yeah nigga, no doubt |
I put myself in this game, and I’m the only one can take me out |
The 4 droppa wit the Jocelyn complexion |
Still love the women with chests and C-sections |
Protection, got my own bodyguard nigga |
Fuck security, sleep wit my finga on the trigga |
A street scholar, born into nada go riff-rockin'prada |
To rockin’shows in the Dama Fleet collar (hoo hooooo!) |
Never thought a rapper can be livin’like this |
All I wanted was a rolex to fill my shit |
Paid dues, curb served, for what, connected? |
Sometimes feared but I’m never disrespected |
Get the cash and mash, drivin’for the meal ticket |
Stretch and takin’work, we gon get it, I can’t hold back |
Get up, get up, get up, now throw your hood in the air |
Let me know you out there |
Eastside, Westside, South and up North |
If y’all respect mines then I will respect yours |
From the crypts to blunts to latinos |
I’m down with any nigga that’s down for makin’sceno’s |
Illegal, a dozen egos can’t lie |
I’m addicted to totin’fiends for them birds that don’t fly |
'Cuz real g’s chase g’s and shake busts |
Look out for one another motherfuckin’color |
We quick to bring it, but ain’t got time for the drama |
I’m all about stackin’dollaz and swangin’Impalas |
I got my money to make, niggaz a gank, gay to chase |
Keys a takin', bottles of paint, pounds of flip, a bottle of steak |
Nigga to drink, pepper the bank, hose the brake, goes the weight |
Foez the cane, but it’s over, finish this game, what’s my name? |
(scratching) |
I’m, I’m, I’m a dub to the C |
I’ma dub to the C |
I’ma dub to the C |
I’ma dub to the C Bang bang |
Hoo Hoooo! |