Ice Cube, WC - Can’t Hold Back lyrics

[Ice Cube, WC - Can’t Hold Back lyrics]

Mm, mm, mm

Aw Yeah
I'm wit this
It's me, The Shadiest One
(Dub, callin' all dubs)

Hot licks, hot licks
Comin' wit them hot licks, hot licks
Hit 'em wit them hot licks, hot licks
Rollin' with them hot licks
Hot licks

Haters steppin to me, they wanna get some
But I'm the dub, yo, yo
You know the outcome
Another victory, they can't get wit' me
Smoke from the left so coupe
It's all they ever see
I'm on the grind, I got's to get mine, loc
I been puttin' it down since
The days of low pro
So
Why's everybody now hatin' on me? (why?)
Could it be I'm runnin' wit the dub SCG
Or is it that I'm countin my riches
Getting' my fingernails cleaned
And being braided by the finest bitches
Whateva the case you need to
Back up off my Benz
Keep my name out yo mouth and
Slow down like loose ends
Cuz I wrote for gears, y'all
Came to 'fore I served all y'all
I deserve my R y'all
Dub C, the new leader of the pack
Wit' the brand new sack, and yo
I can't hold back

It ain't a problem that I can't fix
And I can do it wit' yo bitch
So if you lookin' for trouble
And you wanna feel muscle
All up against yo brain
And away go troubles down the drain
I said away go troubles down the drain
(Bang, bang dub C)

Not just braggin', snippin', saggin'
Bang when I talk make the whole world c-walk
I wants a little, yeah nigga, no doubt
I put myself in this game
And I'm the only one can take me out
The 4 droppa wit the Jocelyn complexion
Still love the women with tats and C-sections
Protection, got my own bodyguard nigga
Fuck security
Sleep wit my finga on the trigga
A street scholar
Born into nada go riff-rockin' prada
To rockin' shows in the Dama Fleet collar
(hoo hooooo)
Never thought a rapper can
Be livin' like this
All I wanted was for real
Loc's to feel my shit
Paid dues, curb served, for what, connected?
Sometimes feared but I'm never disrespected
Get the cash and mash
Drivin' for the meal ticket
Stretch and takin' work, we gon get it
I can't hold back

Get up, get up, get up
Now throw your hood in the air
Let me know you out there
Eastside, Westside, South and up North
If y'all respect mine
Man I'mma respect yours
From the crips to bloods to latinos
I'm down with any nigga that's
Down for makin' c notes
Illegal, a desert eagle can't lie
I'm addicted to twistin fools for
Them birds that don't fly
Cause real G's chase cheese
And shake busters
Cut for one another motherfuckin' color
We quick to bring it
But ain't got time for the drama
I'm all about stackin' dollaz
And swangin' Impalas
I got my money to make, niggas a gank
Yea to chase
Keys a takin', bottles of paint
Pounds I flip up outta the state
Liquor to drink, pepper the bank
Whores to break, goes away
Foes I came, better to swing
I fade it again, now what's my name?
(scratching)
I'm, I'm, I'm a dub to the C
I'mma dub to the C
I'mma dub to the C
I'mma dub to the C

Bang bang
Hoo Hoooo!

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