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letra de can't cee thee ahh! - cj mac

[intro: poppa lq]
yeah, huh, the big homie
westside l-o-c
cj mac
put foot down in cowards b-st-rds for ’95
yeah, this is somethin’ for y’all haters can hate
keep hating
’cause this n-gga going to the bank with this one right here
and it goes like this

[verse 1]
now, i’ve been around the world and up in every b-tch
so i gonna making chips but i still ain’t rich
i guess life is painted what h-lla ups and downs
i pray to god ’cause this n-gga still above the ground
plus i still got actions at a million cuz
and a half a million chances at a million slugs
kicking the truth for you to chill
i used to game like reggie miller used to basketball
me and my n-gga mr. m-a-d
puts it down all around for your motherf-ckers marks to see
and understand what’s really going on (what’s goin’ on?)
you know the f-ckin’ time trick, you know what’s in my songs
nothin’ but the feel, but don’t hate the real
all the time tryin’ to avoid penitentiary still
while all the others n-ggas put it on to [?]
so if you ain’t with the clique get your d-ck spray, westside!
[chorus: poppa lq + cj mac]
westside l-o-c
n-ggas talk sh-t, but n-ggas can’t cee thee ahh!
westside l-o-c
i’ma beat that ass if you try to run up on me, n-gga

westside l-o-c
n-ggas talk sh-t, but n-ggas can’t cee thee ahh!
westside l-o-c
i’m cj m-a-c

[verse 2]
i’ve been layin’ in the cut for the last few years
watchin’ the rising fall of my last few peers
of ninety nine ass n-ggas tryna ball
forgot about when the n-ggas used to take carryin’ on
i know at least nine n-ggas doin’ music in l.a
still they had to go to houston the f-ck with little j
it ain’t sh-t loc, i ain’t mad at you stick with dumb
but y’all up in my face tryin’ to ride a n-ggas d-ck (f-ck)
i got loc’s from l.a. to richmond
texas to georgia, back to california
now everywhere i slide
i’m steady kickin’ the [?] and steady throwin’ up westside
but now we’re rolling in my bucket
and all the n-ggas so called friends
can’t see me with no so called in
and hoes ain’t even callin’ back
they think i fell apart from the game
and they fall all fallin’ back, westside
[chorus: poppa lq + cj mac]
westside l-o-c
n-ggas talk sh-t, but n-ggas can’t cee thee ahh!
westside l-o-c
i’ma beat that ass if f-ckin’ with my homies, n-gga

westside l-o-c
n-ggas talk sh-t, but n-ggas can’t cee thee ahh!
westside l-o-c
i’m cj m-a-c

[verse 3]
they uhh, f-cked around and put that loc back in the game
while soft producin’ n-ggas and directin’ in thangs
talkin’ sh-t, grabbing my nuts and countin’ b-tches for fun
countin’ chips, stackin’ and grippin’, dippin’, packin’ my gun
puttin homies in this sh-t so we can regulate
giving my n-ggas second chances and brand new [?]
we push it down somethin’ cherry [?]
we take this fools [?] to whole another level
don’t be the next motherf-cker to get deep
trying to run up on me with that young ass trippin’ sh-t (buck!)
i’m leavin’ n-ggas on the as’
so, if you creep, best your keep big heat in your dash
n-ggas can’t touch what n-ggas can’t see
n-ggas can’t comprehend what they can’t be
the game that got a n-gga old in fact
call me the motherf-ckin’ joey’s fallin’ in the rep, westside!
[chorus: poppa lq + cj mac]
westside l-o-c
n-ggas talk sh-t, but n-ggas can’t cee thee ahh!
westside l-o-c
i’ma beat that ass if you try to run up on me, n-gga

westside l-o-c
n-ggas talk sh-t, but n-ggas can’t cee thee ahh!
westside l-o-c
i’m cj m-a-c

[ending: poppa lq]
yeah, [?] n-gga
n-ggas ain’t playin’ with this right here, n-gga
we doin’ this for bread and [?] n-gga
and if we don’t win, n-gga, we don’t eat
we’re serious about this right here
cj mac, n-gga
westside l-o-c
you can’t cee thee ahh
w-e-s-t s-i-m-th-f-cka-d-e, biatch

- cj mac

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