 Can't hold back lyrics ( Wc )   
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 Rate Can't Hold Back
Artist : Wc
Song : Can't hold back
featuring Ice Cube
Mm, mm, mm
WC:
Aw Yeah
I'm wit this
It's me, the shadiest one
(Dub, callin' all dubs)
Ice Cube:
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
WC:
Hatas steppin' to me, they wanna get some
But I'ma 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 Lou
Sends
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
Ice Cube (Chorus):
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
It'll weigh those troubles down the drain
I said I'll weigh those troubles down the drain
(Bang, bang dub C!)
WC:
Not just braggin', snippin', saggin'
Bang when I talk make the whole world sleepwalk
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 chests 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 a rolex to fill 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
Chorus
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 mines then I will respect yours
From the crypts to blunts to latinos
I'm down with any nigga that's down for makin'
sceno's
Illegal, a dozen egos can't lie
I'm addicted to totin' fiends for them birds that
don't fly
'Cuz real g's chase g's and shake busts
Look out 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, niggaz a gank, gay to
chase
Keys a takin', bottles of paint, pounds of flip,
a bottle of steak
Nigga to drink, pepper the bank, hose the brake,
goes the weight
Foez the cane, but it's over, finish this game,
what's my name?
(scratching)
I'm, I'm, I'm a dub to the C
I'ma dub to the C
I'ma dub to the C
I'ma dub to the C
Chorus
Bang bang
Hoo Hoooo!
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