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Field Mob

Can`t Stop Us

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Текст песни Field Mob - Can`t Stop Us

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Uh,it`s hard catchin` these old rhymesI cant` remember these old rhymesIt`s hard catchin` these old rhymes[Kalage]Shit we comin` after the whack rappersStudio gat-clappers slash jackersThem braggin` back-stabbin` non-rappin` autographersAnd I`m backed up like brake lights don`t beep meThat`s some shit you ain`t gon` see like a punch in a snake fightOr a preacher that play diceIt`s another level bitchAnd I`m sick of rappers braggin` bout they diamond bezelled wristsMy ice this, my ice thatI bet I`ll melt yo shitCause Shawn J come hotter than the Devil`s dickCouldn`t beat me if I was yo dickWe were in the moviesWatchin` porn flicks in 3DAnd you were PeeWeeI don`t blow shit out of proportionI`ll stuff you in yo mama`s stomachRap her then make her have an abortionThe Vince Carter of rap, Shawn tall and brown skinnedDunkin` dick in yo bitch with my arm in the rimKeep yo hoe I chase doughBurnin` rappers till sun-upAnd jackin` off layin` on my back tryin` to come upTo get gripShawn slick with bricks for chipsI flip one-fifth of a brickNicks go for 6Tug a four-fifth with more glits than 6 twistsI don`t sniff but I spitCatch a whiff nit-witSlick 6 style switchLike a whip stick shiftI stole rap like the grinch stole ChristmasMy clique pissed tryin` to hit licks to get gripTryin` to make more bread than Bisquick BiscuitsThis misfit pissed cause I hit his chickHe mad cause I`m Indiana like Rik SmitsBut he don`t know I`m underground like the Ninja TurtleHe wanna fight but he type that couldn`t injure UrkelI play the cut thoughMr. Nice guy slash cut throatSpit doo-doo like you butt blowUH-OHHHH y`all best to get runnnin`Why? Shhh! I hear Field Mob comin`[Hook]Can`t stop usCan`t stop the MobCan`t stop BoondoxCan`t stop KalageRepeat 11x`s[Boondox Blax]Uh, it`s you boy Boondox aka Smoke from the MobThat charcoal color lyrical criminal spittin` flows from yo ?I break bricks down in yo hood and take over yo blockWhatever you want I got it from the South Coast to the RocksOpen up shop totin` a glock with a scope on the topTwo clips in each ankle tucked low in my sockLike lil` whodi Wayne – I`ll have yo block scorchin` hotYou need oven gloves to get yo mail out of yo boxTo you rappers thinkin` you gonna come control my blockCheck yo face you see a infrared now way it`s notClose to yo eye and in yo ears and all up in yo teeth tooSo many red dots look like you sick with the measlesMy clique hold heat tooBut I roll with more peopleMacks like Rudy Ray Moore, Goldie and SeigelLike Bebe we don`t die we multiply like wet gremlinsJack Martin girlIt`s best you hide the baguettes listenWe the best spittin` gold rhymesLyrics stickin` to yo brain as if yo pillow was porcupineNot only yo mindI poke yo tummy like DoughboyMakin` ya bummyDroppin` lyrical bows to yo stomachSmokey done it in two years and 4 weeksI ain`t lyingIf Jigga JordanYou can call me the Kobe Bryant of this rap shitSo go get more practiceI skipped college and high school – I ain`t even pass itBarely made it past the 10th gradeYou been writin` for 20 yearsAnd still writin` and I been in this shit getting` paidSpittin` raid at you cockroachesIt makes you move out the way if you did not noticeHere come the MobHook

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