Testo Can't Get Enough - Whodini
Testo della canzone Can't Get Enough (Whodini), tratta dall'album Six
I put the helmet on my mic and tackle MC's
Break backs on fat tracks and freeze
And get up on knees
And hit your knees, trick, and do what you do
They call me PETA
Oh you ain't feelin' me
I ain't feelin' yo ass either
Now, if you know the shit when you hear
Drop your blunt and your beer
And put your hands up in the air
Then I stare
600 And flex through your hood
I get your money, your girl
I take your car and I'm good
Call me the rap killer, thriller, loungin' in my villa
I'm chocolate inside but on the outside vanilla
The darker the berry, they say the juice is more sweet
But it's two dollars more, bitch, if you want white meat
Now I, never lost a battle in my life
God came close and yo I beat Jesus Christ
I take it to your block, your party and do my thing
'Cause I don't give a shit how you niggas wanna swing
You can get touched
'Cause none wanna mess with us
I call your bluff
'Cause y'all just be actin' tough
You get rushed
'Cause competition talk too much
I know it's rough
But y'all still can't get enough
You might think I'm one of those men
Who couldn't keep they woman in check
With all respect to the heck
Passin' checks, why you payin' for sex?
You take her out, you buy her things, you bring her flowers
Come home and she's with Ecstasy up in the shower
Now uh, picture that, now you wanna get your gat
But I keep a strap so get your shit exact, I got my shit intact
And it's a fact that Jalil got my back
At the face of trouble, get in that ass on the double
We blown like a bubble
Shovelin' and buryin', now weigh up out the bubble
Half hard, half humble
So all expenses paid as I'm headin' up this platinum road
I'm out to get it, you can keep your gold
I got an album full of rock
Good luck to all the labels on lock
In '96 Whodini's callin' the shots
It takes two to play this game
But three makes it better
Master Dee, Jalil and Ecstasy, we here forever
You can get touched
'Cause none wanna mess with us
I call your bluff
'Cause y'all just be actin' tough
You get rushed
'Cause competition talk too much
I know it's rough
But y'all still can't get enough
I can get swift as if I was Mario Andretti
Mastermind my crimes time and rhymes keep steady
But I, quite ready rhymes, cut like Freddy now
Give me a mic and a crowd, I'm quite deadly, how?
Tariq, hypnotize you when I'm comin' out your equalizer
Flee me, when you see me, that would be wiser
I know you wanna be me, ridin' in my Coupe
As I ride by, I see you, sittin' on your stoop
Lookin' funny with no money
But no cash, no honey
I was told you can pay to make your rainy day sunny
It's the money in my life
Allowin' me to get all that honey from your wife
Yeah she's tall, slim and trife
Sharp like a knife, yet dull like a Sunday
I met her on Monday and fucked her on Monday
That's one way to know
That money comes and goes
And so do freaks and hoes
That's why I don't trust 'em
I lust for them but I got no love for them
In the winter, I don't got a glove for them
So I keep a steady pace in this race for these ladies
I got her on tape, drinkin' babies on the radio
You can get touched
'Cause none wanna mess with us
I call your bluff
'Cause y'all just be actin' tough
You get rushed
'Cause competition talk too much
I know it's rough
But y'all still can't get enough
I'm smooth as a Lexus
Yet I ride rugged like a Jeep
It's the rapper Jalil money that's creepin' in your sleep
Call me Freddy, except I'm smooth, black, long and steady
Ecstasy, pass the mic 'cause my rap time's ready
Now who, wanna swing it? Don't even sing it
It's party time, put your hands up, players bring it
I lounge with the big boys, sippin' Cristal
And when the music stops, find me in the hotel
All my dime pieces in the back, where you at?
I got the fat nick, plus this rap shit keeps me stacked
Fly me on the plane, Germaine, good lookin'
Atlanta, for representin' Brooklyn, you shooken
I'm so, so def yet I'm so, so smooth
Give me a mic and a beat and watch this black man move
Takin' it to another level, flippin' my steez
So get up on knees and pass them trees if you please
You can get touched
'Cause none wanna mess with us
I call your bluff
'Cause y'all just be actin' tough
You get rushed
'Cause competition talk too much
I know it's rough
But y'all still can't get enough
And we don't stop
Whodini
'96 Y'all
'Bout to do this
And ya don't quit
'96, Great blazements
Check it
Credits
Writer(s): Jalil Hutchins, Sean Hamilton, Peter Pankey, Dave A Atkinson, Ross V Spyda Sloan
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