Lirik Lagu Can't Stop Us - Field Mob
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Uh,it's hard catchin' these old rhymesI cant' remember these old rhymesIt's hard catchin' these old rhymes
[Kalage]Shit we comin' after the whack rappersStudio gat-clappers slash jackersThem braggin' back-stabbin' non-rappin' autographersAnd I'm backed up like brake lights don't beep meThat's some shit you ain't gon' see like a punch in a snake fightOr a preacher that play diceIt's another level bitchAnd I'm sick of rappers braggin' bout they diamond bezelled wristsMy ice this, my ice thatI bet I'll melt yo shitCause Shawn J come hotter than the Devil's dickCouldn't beat me if I was yo dickWe were in the moviesWatchin' porn flicks in 3DAnd you were PeeWeeI don't blow shit out of proportionI'll stuff you in yo mama's stomachRap her then make her have an abortionThe Vince Carter of rap, Shawn tall and brown skinnedDunkin' dick in yo bitch with my arm in the rimKeep yo hoe I chase doughBurnin' rappers till sun-upAnd jackin' off layin' on my back tryin' to come upTo get gripShawn slick with bricks for chipsI flip one-fifth of a brickNicks go for 6Tug a four-fifth with more glits than 6 twistsI don't sniff but I spitCatch a whiff nit-witSlick 6 style switchLike a whip stick shiftI stole rap like the grinch stole ChristmasMy clique pissed tryin' to hit licks to get gripTryin' to make more bread than Bisquick BiscuitsThis misfit pissed cause I hit his chickHe mad cause I'm Indiana like Rik SmitsBut he don't know I'm underground like the Ninja TurtleHe wanna fight but he type that couldn't injure UrkelI play the cut thoughMr. Nice guy slash cut throatSpit doo-doo like you butt blowUH-OHHHH y'all best to get runnnin'Why? Shhh! I hear Field Mob comin'
[Hook]Can't stop usCan't stop the MobCan't stop BoondoxCan't stop Kalage[Repeat 11x's]
[Boondox Blax]Uh, it's you boy Boondox aka Smoke from the MobThat charcoal color lyrical criminal spittin' flows from yo ?I break bricks down in yo hood and take over yo blockWhatever you want I got it from the South Coast to the RocksOpen up shop totin' a glock with a scope on the topTwo clips in each ankle tucked low in my sockLike lil' whodi Wayne - I'll have yo block scorchin' hotYou need oven gloves to get yo mail out of yo boxTo you rappers thinkin' you gonna come control my blockCheck yo face you see a infrared now way it's notClose to yo eye and in yo ears and all up in yo teeth tooSo many red dots look like you sick with the measlesMy clique hold heat tooBut I roll with more peopleMacks like Rudy Ray Moore, Goldie and SeigelLike Bebe we don't die we multiply like wet gremlinsJack Martin girlIt's best you hide the baguettes listenWe the best spittin' gold rhymesLyrics stickin' to yo brain as if yo pillow was porcupineNot only yo mindI poke yo tummy like DoughboyMakin' ya bummyDroppin' lyrical bows to yo stomachSmokey done it in two years and 4 weeksI ain't lyingIf Jigga JordanYou can call me the Kobe Bryant of this rap shitSo go get more practiceI skipped college and high school - I ain't even pass itBarely made it past the 10th gradeYou been writin' for 20 yearsAnd still writin' and I been in this shit getting' paidSpittin' raid at you cockroachesIt makes you move out the way if you did not noticeHere come the Mob
[Hook]
[Kalage]Shit we comin' after the whack rappersStudio gat-clappers slash jackersThem braggin' back-stabbin' non-rappin' autographersAnd I'm backed up like brake lights don't beep meThat's some shit you ain't gon' see like a punch in a snake fightOr a preacher that play diceIt's another level bitchAnd I'm sick of rappers braggin' bout they diamond bezelled wristsMy ice this, my ice thatI bet I'll melt yo shitCause Shawn J come hotter than the Devil's dickCouldn't beat me if I was yo dickWe were in the moviesWatchin' porn flicks in 3DAnd you were PeeWeeI don't blow shit out of proportionI'll stuff you in yo mama's stomachRap her then make her have an abortionThe Vince Carter of rap, Shawn tall and brown skinnedDunkin' dick in yo bitch with my arm in the rimKeep yo hoe I chase doughBurnin' rappers till sun-upAnd jackin' off layin' on my back tryin' to come upTo get gripShawn slick with bricks for chipsI flip one-fifth of a brickNicks go for 6Tug a four-fifth with more glits than 6 twistsI don't sniff but I spitCatch a whiff nit-witSlick 6 style switchLike a whip stick shiftI stole rap like the grinch stole ChristmasMy clique pissed tryin' to hit licks to get gripTryin' to make more bread than Bisquick BiscuitsThis misfit pissed cause I hit his chickHe mad cause I'm Indiana like Rik SmitsBut he don't know I'm underground like the Ninja TurtleHe wanna fight but he type that couldn't injure UrkelI play the cut thoughMr. Nice guy slash cut throatSpit doo-doo like you butt blowUH-OHHHH y'all best to get runnnin'Why? Shhh! I hear Field Mob comin'
[Hook]Can't stop usCan't stop the MobCan't stop BoondoxCan't stop Kalage[Repeat 11x's]
[Boondox Blax]Uh, it's you boy Boondox aka Smoke from the MobThat charcoal color lyrical criminal spittin' flows from yo ?I break bricks down in yo hood and take over yo blockWhatever you want I got it from the South Coast to the RocksOpen up shop totin' a glock with a scope on the topTwo clips in each ankle tucked low in my sockLike lil' whodi Wayne - I'll have yo block scorchin' hotYou need oven gloves to get yo mail out of yo boxTo you rappers thinkin' you gonna come control my blockCheck yo face you see a infrared now way it's notClose to yo eye and in yo ears and all up in yo teeth tooSo many red dots look like you sick with the measlesMy clique hold heat tooBut I roll with more peopleMacks like Rudy Ray Moore, Goldie and SeigelLike Bebe we don't die we multiply like wet gremlinsJack Martin girlIt's best you hide the baguettes listenWe the best spittin' gold rhymesLyrics stickin' to yo brain as if yo pillow was porcupineNot only yo mindI poke yo tummy like DoughboyMakin' ya bummyDroppin' lyrical bows to yo stomachSmokey done it in two years and 4 weeksI ain't lyingIf Jigga JordanYou can call me the Kobe Bryant of this rap shitSo go get more practiceI skipped college and high school - I ain't even pass itBarely made it past the 10th gradeYou been writin' for 20 yearsAnd still writin' and I been in this shit getting' paidSpittin' raid at you cockroachesIt makes you move out the way if you did not noticeHere come the Mob
[Hook]
