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Kurupt - Can't Let That Slide lyrics
(feat. Roscoe) [Intro: Roscoe & Kurupt] [Chorus] This goes out to all y'all tellin' my bitch what you saw Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Thinkin' I won't check shit (whaaat?!) or these mouths on records Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Well Uh-Uh, Uh (Say what?!) Uh-Uh (Say what?!) Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! [1st Verse: Kurupt] Early mornin' I just awoke Just took a sip and just took a smoke The phone rang Niggas spittin' game The same ol' Same ol' Same ol' thang Talkin' 'bout life Talkin' 'bout bitches Talkin' 'bout money... Cars... And switches And all of a sudden he switched talkin' about some kill shit 'Bout this bitch ass nigga talkin' some real shit [Chorus] This goes out to all y'all tellin' my bitch what you saw Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Thinkin' I won't check shit or these mouths on records Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Well Uh-Uh, Uh Well Uh-Uh, Uh (Say what?!) (No way!) (Say what?!) Uh-Uh (Say what?!) Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! [2nd Verse: Kurupt] You know I'm chip-toothed, motherfucker You about to get slapped like a motherfuckin' bitch for that (Say what?!) You got a lot of rap homie, not to know a nigga Don't talk a nigga, show a nigga Don't think it nigga, live it, nigga Don't run it, nigga Gun it, nigga (Man, fuck that!) Don't fake niggas, quake niggas I ain't no bitch nigga (I ain't none) So don't play me like a bitch nigga You lil' bitch nigga Change the switch nigga Wanna get rich nigga (Nigga!) Fuck and make a motherfuckin' nigga dick itch, nigga Why you mad at me? (Why you mad homie?) Walk without Talkin' 'bout what you talkin' 'bout You must be that Madd Rapper (hehe) Puffy and them was talkin' about Nigga put a dick in yo mouth And shut the fuck up! (Nigga!) You lil' bitch! (Bitch!) I hear you talkin' but you ain't sayin shit! [Chorus] Now this goes out to all y'all (all y'all!) tellin' my bitch what you saw Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! (Snitch ass niggas!) They thinkin' I won't check shit or these mouths on records Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! (Bitch nigga!) Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! No way! (Say what?!) (Say what?!) Uh-Uh Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Uh-Uh Uh-Uh No way! (Say what?!) (Say what?!) (Say what?!) Bitch! No way! Uh-Uh (Say what?!) Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Uh-Uh Bounce (Yo!) Bounce Bounce But no way... Uh-Uh Uh-Uh (Say what?!) (Say what?!) Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Uh-Uh [3rd Verse: Roscoe] If you gonna rob with us, nigga rooob! If you gonna mash with us, nigga maaash! Instead we be dumpin' on cowards and bonin' out with the cash So when a nigga run up on you In a blue ski mask (Run nigga! Run!) 'Cause I come (Heeeey!) murda yo Drawin' skits It's like bustin' a orange You get terminated Our rhymes is esquisite Explicit, and R-Rated You askin' why I'm laughing 'cause it's kinda funny to me You really think you gonna come and take my money from me? Well, I can't let that slide I'm fittin' to trip Pop my Olde English and get into some gangsta shhh! What's my name? Roscoe! Roscoe! My big brah Kurupt! Kurupt! And what we do: We rob! We rob! And can't let... that slide! that slide! Nigga... What?! What?! What?! We raw doggs, Cuz [Chorus] This goes out to all y'all tellin' (Nigga!) my bitch what you saw Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Thinkin' I won't check shit (Ey yo Cuz!), mouths on records Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Talkin' shit on T.V., bitch up when you see me Bitch nigga, I can't let that sliiiide! Uh-Uh (Say what?!) (No way!) (Say what?!) Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! This goes out to all y'all tellin' my bitch what you saw Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Thinkin' I won't check shit (Whaaaat?!), mouths on records Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga Bitch nigga, I can't let that sliiiide! But no way! Uh-Uh (Say what?!) Hell naw, I can't let that sliiiide! But no way... |
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