Can't Stop

Y'all

Y'all

Y'all

Y'all, y'all

Yeah, nigga, it's your boy

We out here in the ghetto, man

We going deep in the hood right now, man

Man, fuck the studio

It's too hot in that bitch right now

It's about 100 degrees out here

We out here poppin' that water real decent

Records poppin' real beastly right now

Niggas holdin' us the fuck down

Crazy, checks is looking retarded

Don't get mad, nigga, put a smile on your face

I'll bring you back to the ghetto, nigga

Check, check, one, two

[Skit]

Well, then get your shit together

Get it all together and put it in a backpack

All your shit so it's together

And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know?

Take it to the shit store and sell it

Or put it in the shit museum, I don't care what you do

Just gotta get it together