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lirik lagu can’t let that slide – kurupt

(feat. roscoe)

[intro: roscoe & kurupt]

[chorus]
this goes out to all y’all tellin’ my b-tch what you saw
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!
thinkin’ i won’t check sh-t (whaaat?!) or these mouths on records
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!
talkin’ sh-t on t.v. but b-tch up when you see me, n-gg-
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!

well uh-uh, uh
(say what?!)
uh-uh
(say what?!)
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!

[1st verse: kurupt]
early mornin’
i just awoke
just took a sip and just took a smoke
the phone rang
n-gg-s spittin’ game
the same ol’
same ol’
same ol’ thang
talkin’ ’bout life
talkin’ ’bout b-tches
talkin’ ’bout money…
cars…
and switches
and all of a sudden he switched talkin’ about some kill sh-t
’bout this b-tch -ss n-gg- talkin’ some real sh-t

[chorus]
this goes out to all y’all tellin’ my b-tch what you saw
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!
thinkin’ i won’t check sh-t or these mouths on records
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!
talkin’ sh-t on t.v. but b-tch up when you see me, n-gg-
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!

well uh-uh, uh
well uh-uh, uh
(say what?!)
(no way!)
(say what?!)
uh-uh
(say what?!)
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!

[2nd verse: kurupt]
you know i’m chip-toothed, motherf-cker
you about to get slapped like a motherf-ckin’ b-tch for that
(say what?!)
you got a lot of rap homie, not to know a n-gg-
don’t talk a n-gg-, show a n-gg-
don’t think it n-gg-, live it, n-gg-
don’t run it, n-gg-
gun it, n-gg-
(man, f-ck that!)
don’t fake n-gg-s, quake n-gg-s
i ain’t no b-tch n-gg-
(i ain’t none)
so don’t play me like a b-tch n-gg-
you lil’ b-tch n-gg-
change the switch n-gg-
wanna get rich n-gg-
(n-gg-!)
f-ck and make a motherf-ckin’ n-gg- d-ck itch, n-gg-
why you mad at me?
(why you mad homie?)
walk without
talkin’ ’bout what you talkin’ ’bout
you must be that madd rapper (hehe)
puffy and them was talkin’ about
n-gg- put a d-ck in yo mouth
and shut the f-ck up!
(n-gg-!)
you lil’ b-tch!
(b-tch!)
i hear you talkin’ but you ain’t sayin sh-t!

[chorus]
now this goes out to all y’all (all y’all!) tellin’ my b-tch what you saw
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!
(snitch -ss n-gg-s!)
they thinkin’ i won’t check sh-t or these mouths on records
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!
(b-tch n-gg-!)
talkin’ sh-t on t.v. but b-tch up when you see me, n-gg-
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!

no way!
(say what?!)
(say what?!)
uh-uh
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!
uh-uh
uh-uh
no way!
(say what?!)
(say what?!)
(say what?!)
b-tch!
no way!
uh-uh
(say what?!)
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!
uh-uh
bounce
(yo!)
bounce
bounce
but no way…
uh-uh
uh-uh
(say what?!)
(say what?!)
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!
uh-uh

[3rd verse: roscoe]
if you gonna rob with us, n-gg- rooob!
if you gonna mash with us, n-gg- maaash!
instead we be dumpin’ on cowards and bonin’ out with the cash
so when a n-gg- run up on you
in a blue ski mask
(run n-gg-! run!)
’cause i come (heeeey!) murda yo
drawin’ skits
it’s like bustin’ a orange
you get terminated
our rhymes is esquisite
explicit, and r-rated
you askin’ why i’m laughing ’cause it’s kinda funny to me
you really think you gonna come and take my money from me?
well, i can’t let that slide
i’m fittin’ to trip
pop my olde english and get into some gangsta shhh!
what’s my name?
roscoe! roscoe!
my big brah
kurupt! kurupt!
and what we do:
we rob! we rob!
and can’t let… that slide! that slide!
n-gg-… what?!
what?!
what?!
we raw doggs, ’cause

[chorus]
this goes out to all y’all tellin’ (n-gg-!) my b-tch what you saw
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!
thinkin’ i won’t check sh-t (ey yo ’cause!), mouths on records
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!
talkin’ sh-t on t.v., b-tch up when you see me
b-tch n-gg-, i can’t let that sliiiide!

uh-uh
(say what?!)
(no way!)
(say what?!)
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!

this goes out to all y’all tellin’ my b-tch what you saw
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!
thinkin’ i won’t check sh-t (whaaaat?!), mouths on records
h-ll naw i can’t let that sliiiide!
talkin’ sh-t on t.v. but b-tch up when you see me, n-gg-
b-tch n-gg-, i can’t let that sliiiide!

but no way!
uh-uh
(say what?!)
h-ll naw, i can’t let that sliiiide!
but no way…

- kurupt

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