RZA, Kinetic 9 - Can't Loose lyrics
[RZA, Kinetic 9 - Can't Loose lyrics]
"can't lose"
What, What four Shellies
What, What, What
Four shellies rip through his belly
Blast him right outside of Mike's deli
Dip to the telly
Call my bird up on the celly
Bobby what Bobby lust I walk strange
And talk strange long range sniper aims
Swiss cheese your brain i don't sleep
And don't eat meat rest twice a week
Speak without moving my lips
Got fifty pairs of sneaks
Fingerprint proof rubber grips
Hollow tip clips eight ounce sip bud nips
We crack barbecue chips
And clock a bird off the block
Straight away from a flock
Just caught me at the bus stop
Twist the Snapple top
Off, pierced her breast
Kept her hair processed
No panties underneath the dress
Wally ankle bracelet polo frames
Her shades had no name popocane
I slowed my game thick gold chains
Make your eyes flame
Up against the Bodega gate she stay straight
Perfect figure eight shape, couldn't wait
To bust her grape with the applehead
Legs spread open invincible body armor
My scarlet blade will slice the leg
From the Shaolin llama
Cause I"can't lose"
Cause I"can't lose"
(Yo) Cause I"can't lose"
Yo, 2001 summer heat
Icy hot, play the street
Twelve month, seven day a week
Cat in eye, we hit blunts hard
Fuck birds hard bitch slap retards
Quick fast wind up in mass
Body cast, it's like don't start shit
Won't be shit allah quick to spot shit
Smash hit you know the name kid
Don't splash it pop a joint and blast it
The shit sound hype in your whip
Make you take the car and crash it
Megagraphical always speak actual
Only deal with natural one hundred percent
Five percent militant in aim
With the intent beretta Nine, blast mine
On some empty the clip
What, What four Shellies
What, What, What
Four shellies rip through his belly
Blast him right outside of Mike's deli
Dip to the telly
Call my bird up on the celly
Bobby what Bobby lust I walk strange
And talk strange long range sniper aims
Swiss cheese your brain i don't sleep
And don't eat meat rest twice a week
Speak without moving my lips
Got fifty pairs of sneaks
Fingerprint proof rubber grips
Hollow tip clips eight ounce sip bud nips
We crack barbecue chips
And clock a bird off the block
Straight away from a flock
Just caught me at the bus stop
Twist the Snapple top
Off, pierced her breast
Kept her hair processed
No panties underneath the dress
Wally ankle bracelet polo frames
Her shades had no name popocane
I slowed my game thick gold chains
Make your eyes flame
Up against the Bodega gate she stay straight
Perfect figure eight shape, couldn't wait
To bust her grape with the applehead
Legs spread open invincible body armor
My scarlet blade will slice the leg
From the Shaolin llama
Cause I"can't lose"
Cause I"can't lose"
(Yo) Cause I"can't lose"
Yo, 2001 summer heat
Icy hot, play the street
Twelve month, seven day a week
Cat in eye, we hit blunts hard
Fuck birds hard bitch slap retards
Quick fast wind up in mass
Body cast, it's like don't start shit
Won't be shit allah quick to spot shit
Smash hit you know the name kid
Don't splash it pop a joint and blast it
The shit sound hype in your whip
Make you take the car and crash it
Megagraphical always speak actual
Only deal with natural one hundred percent
Five percent militant in aim
With the intent beretta Nine, blast mine
On some empty the clip