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| Fabolous Miscellaneous Can't Deny It CHORUS: (Nate Dogg:) Y'all can't deny it, I'ma f***in' rider You don't wanna f*** with me (Yeah) Got skills in the trunk with me (OK) Switchin' lanes Do a buck with me (That's right) Y'all can't deny it I'ma f***in' rider You don't wanna bang with me (Yeah) And you know I brought my gang with me (OK) Niggaz trip I got my thang with me (Fabolous:) Yo, if they want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all wit' it, these niggaz See how I spit it Huh, these b****es see how I kit it You can hear my coupe a block away B****es be yellin', "Let me ride" Like they Snoop and Dr Dre I keep spittin', them clips Copped on those calicos Keep sh*ttin', with ziplocks Of that cali dro' Keep hittin', and shift blocks For that cali dough Keep gettin', my tip rocked By them cali h*es It's William Bonnie, stealin' mamis Dance closely, even know They feel I'm limey I ain't tryin' to send police to ya rest I'm tryin' to put this, piece to ya chest And you in piece wit' the rest You can release to the press This how G's ride From the North to the South to The East to the West, let's go Repeat chorus (Fabolous and Nate Dogg:) Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness The name's Fabolous, you heard I be In them trucks wit' the wheels glissed In VIP, with buckets of chilled Cris' Click, click Who the f*** wanna feel this? I still got them blocks movin' And the system in my truck That can make it feel Like the block's movin' My 6-4's, wit' the wheels And the shocks movin' Them boys in blue with the shields And the glocks movin' (You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G The Guc' frames got the same gold G Duke can you frame O-3 'Cause if you see me On ya corner wit' a 40 It ain't gonna be named Olde E I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers And if you duck cheese I'ma f*** her Duck these motherf***er Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride till I die Hollerin' 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool Repeat chorus (Nate Dogg:) It ain't really dat hard To get f***ed up Its really quite easy Just step up I'ma knock him so hard On his butt Just like he been drinkin' Like he drunk The fat b**** stood up Just stood up She 'bout to be steamin' Turn it up You won't hear a thang Know you won't You too busy sleepin' Won't wake up You can't deny it (Fabolous:) The kid pull the four out A little quicker You might end up The reason, ya homies Will have to pour out a little liquor Every stack that a draws Out a little thicker I get brain, kick the whores out A little quicker You kids rap that's cool But the kid's wrapped in jewels The kid clapped that tool Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna Wake up gettin' told That ya kids trapped at school When the time's right I'ma put this nine right To the left side of ya head Push ya mind right It's still nothin' but a G thang I thought you knew And I'm 'bout to do the numbers That they thought you do Still don't know me Still jump in a Lex The chain so icey I got chill bumps on my neck The NARCS heard How the krills pump in the jet Still bumpin' ya dex Still dumpin' the tec, still Repeat chorus Yeah That's right Yeah, OK Repeat chorus |
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