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Can\'t Nobody

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  • 作词 : Mosley, Timothy Z.
    作曲 : Mosley, Timothy Z.
    C'mon ah what? ah, what?
    C'mon, ah, what? ah, what?
    C'mon, c'mon, ah, what?
    Ah, 1 life 2 live, what?
    Ah, what?
    [1 life]
    Live, huh? yeah
    Y'all cats ain't ready, i'm just too much
    When i was young, my mamma said i used to cuss too much
    If i ain't known you twenty years, i don't trust you much
    Roll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeah
    I don't care if they crackin' down
    I'mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns
    I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds
    And i laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns
    [babe blue]
    Smash you down, patch you down
    We take yo guns and we blast yo' round
    Pass the crown to the new female king
    This is real dog, you nuthin' but a lee nail thing
    [1 life]
    Like the end of the world
    We put it all to a stop and
    Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock
    And you go against us and you all gonna flop
    When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop
    [all]
    1 - can't nobody do it like we do
    (what what what what what)
    Can't nobody do it like we do
    (what what what what)
    Can't nobody do it like we do
    (what what what what what)
    Can't nobody do it like y'all do
    (what what what what)
    When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds
    This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds
    Since some of you people's houses i be cruisin' around
    Slow it down cuz i think that i'm losing you now
    For those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop
    Cuz the union is in here, toast it up
    When they shoot you suppose to duck
    Look at them by the bar posing drunk
    (say what?)
    [babe blue]
    We don't care who we toast in here
    We get you for how much you gross this year
    You not a punk, you suppose to fear
    Better not come out until the coast is clear
    [1 life]
    Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast
    But even without this rap game i still have cash
    My mommy wears a money wiz, i'm trickin' buying vickey secret
    Just to cover her punani hair
    Repeat 1
    [lil' man]
    Uh oh, you didn't think i was coming
    My people can't stand for the little man
    To rock without or with bad
    I can determine what chu gon' do
    Are ya gon' play it? are ya gon' move?
    The party ain't gon' start if ya don't dance
    I don't care if you leave, but you still be my man
    I don't get mad over silly pettyness
    I say to hell with it, say oh well with it
    Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet
    Make **** beats, rhyming sound so unique
    His beats are like sean archer and caster troy
    Ya need the same identity to find how he soars
    He's the wicked man, the wicked just begun
    Call him timbaland the resurrection
    Clear-ese
    Don't try to hide from ya fear
    Clear-ese
    Don't ya hear the set got in ya ear?
    Clear-ese
    This is the love man you're talking to
    Clear-ese
    His beats are ****, i try to tell you
    Can't nobody see us in the nine eight
    Or the nine nine
    (freaky freaky)
    You're late
    (freaky) you're late
    (freaky) you're late
    (hey girls and guys)
    You're late
    Repeat 1
    Repeat 1
    Like y'all, the public
    Is y'all the public
    Ya do it so well
    This goes out to y'all
    Quiet storm, z-man
    1 life 2 live
    Little man
    Wanna thank y'all
    For makin' us
    Who we are today
  • 作词 : Mosley, Timothy Z.
    作曲 : Mosley, Timothy Z.
    C'mon ah what? ah, what?
    C'mon, ah, what? ah, what?
    C'mon, c'mon, ah, what?
    Ah, 1 life 2 live, what?
    Ah, what?
    [1 life]
    Live, huh? yeah
    Y'all cats ain't ready, i'm just too much
    When i was young, my mamma said i used to cuss too much
    If i ain't known you twenty years, i don't trust you much
    Roll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeah
    I don't care if they crackin' down
    I'mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns
    I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds
    And i laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns
    [babe blue]
    Smash you down, patch you down
    We take yo guns and we blast yo' round
    Pass the crown to the new female king
    This is real dog, you nuthin' but a lee nail thing
    [1 life]
    Like the end of the world
    We put it all to a stop and
    Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock
    And you go against us and you all gonna flop
    When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop
    [all]
    1 - can't nobody do it like we do
    (what what what what what)
    Can't nobody do it like we do
    (what what what what)
    Can't nobody do it like we do
    (what what what what what)
    Can't nobody do it like y'all do
    (what what what what)
    When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds
    This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds
    Since some of you people's houses i be cruisin' around
    Slow it down cuz i think that i'm losing you now
    For those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop
    Cuz the union is in here, toast it up
    When they shoot you suppose to duck
    Look at them by the bar posing drunk
    (say what?)
    [babe blue]
    We don't care who we toast in here
    We get you for how much you gross this year
    You not a punk, you suppose to fear
    Better not come out until the coast is clear
    [1 life]
    Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast
    But even without this rap game i still have cash
    My mommy wears a money wiz, i'm trickin' buying vickey secret
    Just to cover her punani hair
    Repeat 1
    [lil' man]
    Uh oh, you didn't think i was coming
    My people can't stand for the little man
    To rock without or with bad
    I can determine what chu gon' do
    Are ya gon' play it? are ya gon' move?
    The party ain't gon' start if ya don't dance
    I don't care if you leave, but you still be my man
    I don't get mad over silly pettyness
    I say to hell with it, say oh well with it
    Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet
    Make **** beats, rhyming sound so unique
    His beats are like sean archer and caster troy
    Ya need the same identity to find how he soars
    He's the wicked man, the wicked just begun
    Call him timbaland the resurrection
    Clear-ese
    Don't try to hide from ya fear
    Clear-ese
    Don't ya hear the set got in ya ear?
    Clear-ese
    This is the love man you're talking to
    Clear-ese
    His beats are ****, i try to tell you
    Can't nobody see us in the nine eight
    Or the nine nine
    (freaky freaky)
    You're late
    (freaky) you're late
    (freaky) you're late
    (hey girls and guys)
    You're late
    Repeat 1
    Repeat 1
    Like y'all, the public
    Is y'all the public
    Ya do it so well
    This goes out to y'all
    Quiet storm, z-man
    1 life 2 live
    Little man
    Wanna thank y'all
    For makin' us
    Who we are today