Lirik Lagu Can't Leave Rap Alone - Apathy, Celph Titled, - Apathy
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(feat. Celph Titled, Ryu)
[Verse 1: Apathy]Yeah...I'm like a '88 classic, Apathy goes backTo Fila's with straps and Don Mattingly throwbacksI'm back bitch, on some asshole rap shitRarely ever seen like Asian dudes with black chicksYou muthafuckas wanna scrap? Be quiet!You know when Apathy drops, you happily buy itAll these cats are a riot, wanna rap, so they try itBut'll quit as quick as Ruben Studdard on the Atkins dietI ain't the type to blow scratch on tricksSlap tricks in the trap if teeth scratch the dickChicken's in the kitchen makin' chicken from scratch and shitCheck it, Chum's on the track with the scratch and mixY'all don't even understand who you scrappin' withI got Timbs in the trunk, won't scratch my kicksY'all are brewin' up a plot, tryin' to get Ap to flip?Do yourself a favor - scratch that shit, 'cause...
[Chorus:]Even though muthafuckas tryin' to see me...[Jay-Z:] "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me"The way I think, I make it look easy[Jay-Z:] "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me"You got doubts, but please believe me[Jay-Z:] "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me"Go ask your mom to cop this CD[Jay-Z:] "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me"
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]The Rubix Cuban's at your door, but I ain't singin' no carolsI'm like Donkey Kong, I got you niggaz dodgin' my barrelsDon't give a fuck where your label's fromWe runnin' up in your office, holdin' your CEO hostage with a staple gunAnd ain't no stoppin' this don; I got soccer momsPuttin' glocks in their palms and wildin' out to opera songsBlow off your brim, turn your fitted to a kufiI'm like Ricky Ricardo except, "I Love Uzis"When I'm in the crowd, these rappers are shookThey won't stage dive unless they got a harness with a grapplin' hookDamn right, my raps are real illThe Celph Titled talkin' doll says, "Kill, kill"Oh, you's a tough guy, sayin' that you brawl in these fights?But you got your nose broken by a white bitch from a volleyball spikeOld timers ask me where I got my pimp game from'Cause I got 99 bitches and ain't a problem with one
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Ryu]I'm the one to call when your third verse is freeSlip slugs in a pump and disperse emceesSix gunner with a potty mouth, spittin' up mudI stay trippin' with a 40 oz., sippin' them sudsOutta Cali with a bang, bitch! Fuckin' insane, bitchThe man savin' L.A., forget about Game, bitchI never claim Crip, but I'll murder my languageIf I can't handle it quick, I'll have it arranged thenLast nine summers, you been suckin' the same dickBut Jay's gone, and I'm still fuckin' 'em brainlessAt the Holiday Inn, my Doc Holiday grinsA little too much for one, so I'll probably get twinsLet the party begin, take it back to the tellyYour body is doper than coke, but your crack is smellyAt the show, they was rippin' all their panties and bras downThey love it, 'cause officially I'm one of the godz now
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: Apathy]Yeah...I'm like a '88 classic, Apathy goes backTo Fila's with straps and Don Mattingly throwbacksI'm back bitch, on some asshole rap shitRarely ever seen like Asian dudes with black chicksYou muthafuckas wanna scrap? Be quiet!You know when Apathy drops, you happily buy itAll these cats are a riot, wanna rap, so they try itBut'll quit as quick as Ruben Studdard on the Atkins dietI ain't the type to blow scratch on tricksSlap tricks in the trap if teeth scratch the dickChicken's in the kitchen makin' chicken from scratch and shitCheck it, Chum's on the track with the scratch and mixY'all don't even understand who you scrappin' withI got Timbs in the trunk, won't scratch my kicksY'all are brewin' up a plot, tryin' to get Ap to flip?Do yourself a favor - scratch that shit, 'cause...
[Chorus:]Even though muthafuckas tryin' to see me...[Jay-Z:] "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me"The way I think, I make it look easy[Jay-Z:] "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me"You got doubts, but please believe me[Jay-Z:] "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me"Go ask your mom to cop this CD[Jay-Z:] "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me"
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]The Rubix Cuban's at your door, but I ain't singin' no carolsI'm like Donkey Kong, I got you niggaz dodgin' my barrelsDon't give a fuck where your label's fromWe runnin' up in your office, holdin' your CEO hostage with a staple gunAnd ain't no stoppin' this don; I got soccer momsPuttin' glocks in their palms and wildin' out to opera songsBlow off your brim, turn your fitted to a kufiI'm like Ricky Ricardo except, "I Love Uzis"When I'm in the crowd, these rappers are shookThey won't stage dive unless they got a harness with a grapplin' hookDamn right, my raps are real illThe Celph Titled talkin' doll says, "Kill, kill"Oh, you's a tough guy, sayin' that you brawl in these fights?But you got your nose broken by a white bitch from a volleyball spikeOld timers ask me where I got my pimp game from'Cause I got 99 bitches and ain't a problem with one
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Ryu]I'm the one to call when your third verse is freeSlip slugs in a pump and disperse emceesSix gunner with a potty mouth, spittin' up mudI stay trippin' with a 40 oz., sippin' them sudsOutta Cali with a bang, bitch! Fuckin' insane, bitchThe man savin' L.A., forget about Game, bitchI never claim Crip, but I'll murder my languageIf I can't handle it quick, I'll have it arranged thenLast nine summers, you been suckin' the same dickBut Jay's gone, and I'm still fuckin' 'em brainlessAt the Holiday Inn, my Doc Holiday grinsA little too much for one, so I'll probably get twinsLet the party begin, take it back to the tellyYour body is doper than coke, but your crack is smellyAt the show, they was rippin' all their panties and bras downThey love it, 'cause officially I'm one of the godz now
[Chorus]
