Song Lyrics

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 want to 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

'cause I wrote for gears, y'all

Came to 'fore I served all y'all

I deserve my are y'all

Dub see, 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 want to 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 see!)



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 see-sections

Protection, got my own bodyguard nigga

F*ck 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

'cause 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 see

I'ma dub to the see

I'ma dub to the see

I'ma dub to the see



Chorus

Bang bang

Hoo Hoooo!

David Porter, William L. Calhoun

The duration of Can't Hold Back is 3:34 minutes and seconds.