Can't Deny It - Fabolous, Nate Dogg

Y’all can’t deny it, I’mma fuckin' rider

You don’t wanna fuck with me

Got scales in the trunk with me

Switching lanes, do a buck with me

Y’all can’t deny it, I’mma fucking rider

You don’t wanna bang with me

And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)

Niggas trip, I got my thang with me

Yo, if they want it, cowards get it

They still wonder how I did it

Now y’all with it, these niggas see how I spit it

Huh, these bitches see how I kit it

You can hear my coupe a block away

Bitches be yellin, «Let Me Ride» like they Snoop and Dr. Dre

I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos

Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'

Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough

Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes

It’s William Bonnie, stealin' mamis

Dance closely, even though they feel the llamies

I ain’t tryin' to send police to ya res'

I’m tryin' to put this piece to ya chest

And you in peace wit the rest

You can release to the press — this how G’s ride

From the North to the South to the East to the West, let’s go

+ (Nate Dogg)

Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness

The name’s Fabolous, you heard I be

In them trucks wit the wheels glissed

In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris'

'Click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this?

I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck

That can make it feel like the block’s movin'

My 6−4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin'

Them boys in blue with the shields and the Glocks movin'

(You can’t deny it) I’m the same ol' G

The Guc' frames got the same gold G

Duke can you frame O-3, 'cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40

It ain’t gonna be named Olde E

I might be in Chuck T’s, or the Chukka’s

And if your duck cheese I’mma fuck her, duck these motherfucker

Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die

Hollerin' 1−8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool

It ain’t really dat hard, to get fucked up

Its really quite easy, just step up

I’mma knock him so hard, on his butt

Just like he been drinkin', like he drunk

The fat bitch stood up, just stood up

She bout to be singin', turn it up

You won’t hear a thang, know you won’t

You too busy sleepin', won’t wake up

You can’t deny it

The kid pull the four out a little quicker

You might end up the reason, ya homies

Will have to pour out a little liquor

Every stack that a draws out a little thicker

I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker

You kids rap;

that’s cool

But the kid’s wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool

Kidnap that fool, you don’t wanna wake up gettin told

That ya kids trapped at school

When the time’s right, I’mma put this nine right

To the left side of ya head, push ya mind right

It’s still nuthin' but a G thang, I thought you knew

And I’m bout to do the numbers that they thought you do

Still don’t know me, still jump in a Lex

The chain so icy, I got chill bumps on my neck

The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the 'jects

Still bump in your decks, still dumpin' the TEC, still