Текст (слова) песни: Whodini f Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz - Can`t Get Enough

[ VERSE 1: Peter Gunz ]
I put the helmet on my mic and tackle MC`s
I break backs of fat tracks and freeze
And get up on these, and hit your knees
Trick, can do what you do, they call me Peter
Oh, you ain`t feelin me? I ain`t feelin yo ass either
Now if you know this shit when you hear
Drop your blunt and your beer
And put your hands up in the air
Then I steer the 600 and flex through your hood
I get your money or girl, I take your car, then I`m good
Call me the rap killer, thriller, loungin in my villa
I`m chocolate inside, but on the outside vanilla
The darker the berry, they say the juice is mo` sweet
But it`s 2 dollars more, bitch, if you want white meat
Now I - never lost a battle in my life
God came close, and yo, I beat Jesus twice
I take it to your block, your party, and do my thing
Cause I don`t give a shit how you niggas wanna swing

[ CHORUS ]
You can get touched, cause none wanna mess with us
I call your bluff, cause y`all just be actin tough
You get bust, cause competition talks too much
I know it`s rough, but y`all still can`t get enough

[ VERSE 2: Ecstacy ]
You might think I`m one of those men who couldn`t keep they woman in check
But all respect to the Ecs passin checks while you`re payin for sex
You take her out, you buy her things, you bring her flowers
Come home, and she`s with Ecstacy up in the shower
Now picture that, now you wanna get your gat
But I keep a strap, so get your shit exact, I got my shit intact
And it`s a fact that Jalil got my back at the face of trouble
Get in that ass on the double, we blown like a bubble
Shovelin and buryin our way up out to rubble, half heart half humble
So all expenses paid as I`m headin up this platinum road
I`m out to get it, you can keep your gold
I got an album full of rocks
Good luck to all the labels on lock
In `96 Whodini`s callin the shots
It takes two to play this game, but three makes it better
Master Dee, Jalil and Ecstacy, we here forever

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3: Lord Tarik ]
I can get swift as if I was Mario Andretti
Mastermind, my crime time and rhymes keep steady
But I`m quite ready, rhymes cut like freddy, now
Give me a mic and a crowd, I`m quite deadly, how
Tarik, hypnotizin when I`m comin out your equalizer
Flee me when you see me, that would be wiser
I know you wanna be me, ridin in my coupe
As I ride by I see you sittin on your stoop
Lookin funny with no money, but no cash, no honey
I was told you can pay to make your rainy day sunny
It`s the money in my life
Allowin me to get all that honey from your wife
Yeah, she`s tall, slim and trife
Sharp like a knife, yet dull like a Sunday
I met her on Monday and fucked her on Monday
That`s one way to know that money comes and goes
And so do freaks and hoes, that`s why I don`t trust em
I lust for them, but I gots no love for them
In the winter, I don`t got a glove for them
So I keep a steady pace in this race for these ladies
I got her on tape drinkin Bailey`s on gravy

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 4: Jalil ]
I`m smooth as a Lexus, yet I ride rugged like a jeep
It`s the rapper Jalil, money, that`s creepin in your sleep
Call me Freddy, except I`m smooth, black, long and steady
Ecstacy pass the mic, cause my rap time`s ready
Now who wanna swing it? Don`t even sing it
It`s party time, put your hands up, players, bring it
I lounge with the big boys, sippin Crystal
And when the music stops, find me in the hotel
All my dime pieces in the back, where you at?
I got the fatment, plus this rap shit keeps me stacked
Fly me on a plane to Jermaine, good lookin
Atlanta, for representin Brooklyn, you shook, and
I`m So So Def, and yet I`m so so smooth
Give me a mic and a beat, and watch this blackman move
Takin it to another level, flippin my steez
So get up on these and pass them trees if you please

[ CHORUS ]

And we don`t stop
Whodini
`96 y`all
About to do this
And you don`t quit

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