Keak da Sneak - No Can Do

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[intro] Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh [verse 1] I'm in my coke white tee, color shirt and [?] Rockin' the cortez like my son, i save that I'm in a maybach, what kinda seat, way back Slidin' past hatas and jake cats suckin duckin If i hang around you i'll be broke And i never had no muthafuckin purp pill to smoke So i [?] the doobie, roll another [?] Turn the cameras on, i come cause it's a movie It's keak [?] Now just to sneeze on a mic and [?] me off four It's the business, take it how ya wanna I treat this rap game like the corner, knock on Walnut, where my spot game deep And the feens don't get it for free, get the fuck outta here I'm not grinding to kick it, i'm burning rubber when i [?] That's what i came to do [chorus] Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do [verse 2] [?] get up and [?] me Ridin', doin' a thousand, ain't nothing slower than me So much [?] can't quit now And every city i hit, i'm the talk of the town But i ain't talkin' bout the mexican spot Cause niggas [?] a lot Niggas is bitch, is that your chick? So like mac lip gloss, hell, i put it on thick I never claimed to be the dopest mc But these muthafuckas wanna talk about Well, my album slappin', is all they can say They fiending for hard white, good a-1 yay I'm from the same bay, area three You wish you could fuck with a nigga like me and it never ever happen You not freestyling, i'm rapping Separate mines from yours, i ain't [?] get the back end [chorus] Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do [verse 3] I'm in and out like [?] Last year this time i was ridin' ford [?] only dips come aboard Steppin' on the gas just to kill you if this was [?] Back to my topic, i'm hot and you can't knock it Like getting your money took, get outta pocket, you just being robbed Lid down mayne, give it up And i ain't talkin' bout telephone numbers when i hit you up Out to change something, game got loose You sweeter than starbucks and jabba juice, get off my stoop Throw that away, niggas don't understand You dead out here, don't come back until you find that man I ain't playin', ain't nothing funny My hearing ain't workin' unless you talkin' money Bill folds, money clips Rubber bands, man, get a grip [chorus] Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, no can do
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