Artist: WC f/ Ice Cube Album: The Shadiest One Song: Can't Hold Back Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org 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] Haters 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 loose ends 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 [Chorus: Ice Cube] 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 And away go troubles down the drain I said away go troubles down the drain (Bang, bang dub C!) [WC] Not just braggin', snippin', saggin' Bang when I talk make the whole world c-walk 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 tats 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 for real loc's to feel 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] [WC] 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 mine, man I'ma respect yours From the crips to bloods to latinos I'm down with any nigga that's down for makin' c-notes Illegal, a desert eagle can't lie I'm addicted to twistin fools for them birds that don't fly cause real G's chase cheese and shake busters Cut 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, yea to chase Keys a takin', bottles of paint Pounds I flip up outta the state Liquor to drink, pepper the bank Whores to break, goes away Foes I came, better to swing I fade it again, now 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!