Текст песни WC f Ice Cube - Can`t Hold Back
WC f Ice Cube - Can`t Hold Back слова песни
Mm, mm, mm[WC]Aw YeahI`m wit thisIt`s me, the shadiest one(Dub, callin` all dubs)[Ice Cube]Hot licks, hot licks Comin` wit them hot licks, hot licksHit `em wit them hot licks, hot licksRollin` with them hot licksHot licks[WC]Haters steppin to me, they wanna get someBut I`ma dub, yo, yo, you know the outcomeAnother victory, they can`t get wit` meSmoke from the left so coupe it`s all they ever seeI`m on the grind, I got`s to get mine, locI been puttin` it down since the days of low pro, soWhy`s everybody now hatin` on me? (why?)Could it be I`m runnin` wit the dub SCGOr is it that I`m countin my richesGetting` my fingernails cleanedAnd being braided by the finest bitchesWhateva the case you need to back up off my BenzKeep my name out yo mouth and slow down like loose endsCuz I wrote for gears, y`allCame to `fore I served all y`all I deserve my R y`allDub C, the new leader of the packWit` the brand new sack, and yo, I can`t hold backChorus: Ice CubeIt ain`t a problem that I can`t fix,And I can do it wit` yo bitchSo if you lookin` for trouble and you wanna feel muscle All up against yo brainIt`ll weigh those troubles down the drainI 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 c-walkI wants a little, yeah nigga, no doubtI put myself in this game, and I`m the only one can take me outThe 4 droppa wit the Jocelyn complexionStill love the women with tats and C-sectionsProtection, got my own bodyguard niggaFuck security, sleep wit my finga on the triggaA street scholar, born into nada go riff-rockin` pradaTo rockin` shows in the Dama Fleet collar (hoo hooooo!)Never thought a rapper can be livin` like thisAll I wanted was for real loc`s to feel my shitPaid dues, curb served, for what, connected?Sometimes feared but I`m never disrespectedGet the cash and mash, drivin` for the meal ticketStretch and takin` work, we gon get it, I can`t hold backChorusGet up, get up, get up, now throw your hood in the airLet me know you out thereEastside, Westside, South and up NorthIf y`all respect mines then I will respect yoursFrom the crips to bloods to latinos I`m down with any nigga that`s down for makin` c-notesIllegal, a dozen egos can`t lieI`m addicted to twistin fools for them birds that don`t flycause real G`s chase cheese and shake bustersCut for one another motherfuckin` colorWe quick to bring it, but ain`t got time for the dramaI`m all about stackin` dollaz and swangin` ImpalasI got my money to make, niggaz a gank, yea to chaseKeys a takin`, bottles of paint, pounds of flip, a bottle of steakNigga to drink, pepper the bank, hose the brake, goes the weightFoez the cane, but it`s over, finish this game, what`s my name?(scratching)I`m, I`m, I`m a dub to the CI`ma dub to the CI`ma dub to the C I`ma dub to the CChorusBang bangHoo Hoooo!