Can’t Hold Back

By WC

On The Shadiest One

Released on April 28, 1998

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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'm the dub, yo, yo, you know the outcome

Another victory, they can't get wit' me

Smoke from the Lexo 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 beard 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 years, 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


[Hook: 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

It'll weigh those troubles down the drain

I said it'll weigh those 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 chocolate 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, sportin Nautica went from rocking 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


[Hook]


[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'mma 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 motherfuck a 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, niggas a gank, yea to chase

Keys a takin', bottles of paint

Pounds I flip up outta the state

Liquor to drink, pepper the bank

Hoes 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'mma dub to the C

I'mma dub to the C

I'mma dub to the C


[Hook]

Bang bang

Hoo Hoooo!