Lyrics Can't Hold Back - WC, Ice Cube

Can't Hold Back

Aw Yeah\nI’m wit this\nIt’s me, the shadiest one\n(Dub, callin' all dubs)\nHot licks, hot licks\nComin' wit them hot licks, hot licks\nHit 'em wit them hot licks, hot licks\nRollin' with them hot licks\nHot licks\nHaters steppin to me, they wanna get some\nBut I’ma dub, yo, yo, you know the outcome\nAnother victory, they can’t get wit' me\nSmoke from the left so coupe it’s all they ever see\nI’m on the grind, I got’s to get mine, loc\nI been puttin' it down since the days of low pro, so\nWhy’s everybody now hatin' on me? (why?)\nCould it be I’m runnin' wit the dub SCG\nOr is it that I’m countin my riches\nGetting' my fingernails cleaned\nAnd being braided by the finest bitches\nWhateva the case you need to back up off my Benz\nKeep my name out yo mouth and slow down like loose ends\nCuz I wrote for gears, y’all\nCame to 'fore I served all y’all\nI deserve my R y’all\nDub C, the new leader of the pack\nWit' the brand new sack, and yo, I can’t hold back\nChorus: Ice Cube\nIt ain’t a problem that I can’t fix,\nAnd I can do it wit' yo bitch\nSo if you lookin' for trouble and you wanna feel muscle\nAll up against yo brain\nIt’ll weigh those troubles down the drain\nI said I’ll weigh those troubles down the drain\n(Bang, bang dub C!)\nNot just braggin', snippin', saggin'\nBang when I talk make the whole world c-walk\nI wants a little, yeah nigga, no doubt\nI put myself in this game, and I’m the only one can take me out\nThe 4 droppa wit the Jocelyn complexion\nStill love the women with tats and C-sections\nProtection, got my own bodyguard nigga\nFuck security, sleep wit my finga on the trigga\nA street scholar, born into nada go riff-rockin' prada\nTo rockin' shows in the Dama Fleet collar (hoo hooooo!)\nNever thought a rapper can be livin' like this\nAll I wanted was for real loc’s to feel my shit\nPaid dues, curb served, for what, connected?\nSometimes feared but I’m never disrespected\nGet the cash and mash, drivin' for the meal ticket\nStretch and takin' work, we gon get it, I can’t hold back\nGet up, get up, get up, now throw your hood in the air\nLet me know you out there\nEastside, Westside, South and up North\nIf y’all respect mines then I will respect yours\nFrom the crips to bloods to latinos\nI’m down with any nigga that’s down for makin' c-notes\nIllegal, a dozen egos can’t lie\nI’m addicted to twistin fools for them birds that don’t fly\ncause real G’s chase cheese and shake busters\nCut for one another motherfuckin' color\nWe quick to bring it, but ain’t got time for the drama\nI’m all about stackin' dollaz and swangin' Impalas\nI got my money to make, niggaz a gank, yea to chase\nKeys a takin', bottles of paint, pounds of flip, a bottle of steak\nNigga to drink, pepper the bank, hose the brake, goes the weight\nFoez the cane, but it’s over, finish this game, what’s my name?\n(scratching)\nI’m, I’m, I’m a dub to the C\nI’ma dub to the C\nI’ma dub to the C\nI’ma dub to the C\nBang bang\nHoo Hoooo!