Текст песни — If I Can'-t — 50 Cent
Yea, ha ha, yea……….yea
[hook — 50 Cent]
If I can'-t do it, homie, it can'-t be done
Now I'-ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'-ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'-ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'-m sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes
I'-m 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, «Get they money right,» cuz I got mine
And I'-m around quit playin nigga you can'-t shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want?
Be easy nigga, I'-ll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, thats whut I'-m about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'-m gone (Yea!)
[hook — 50 Cent]
If I can'-t do, homie, can'-t be done
Now I'-ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'-ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'-ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[50 Cent, Dr Dre]
I'-m down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em
You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'-ll get hit & homicide'-ll be askin, «Whut happened?»
OH NO look who clapped em with the VOLVO
20 inch rims sittin CHRO-CHROME
Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO
Even my mama said, «Something really wrong with my brain»
Niggaz don'-t rob me they know I'-m down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood
G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?
I'-m waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'-ll blow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say «It'-s a wrap»
(It'-s a wrap, nigga)
[hook — 50 Cent]
If I can'-t do it, homie, can'-t be done
Now I'-ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'-ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'-ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[50 Cent]
I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I'-m dirty-dirty
I'-m from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'-heard me?
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there'-s up'-s and down'-s, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is God'-s plan homey, this ain'-t mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma- who always gotsta put in her two cents
I'-m the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it
Fuck it
[hook — 50 Cent]
If I can'-t do, homie, can'-t be done
Now I'-ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'-ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'-ma make it hot, baby (baby)
If I can'-t do it, homie, can'-t be done
Now I'-ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'-ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'-ma make it hot, baby (baby)
Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha
Слова песни — If I Can'-t — 50 Cent