Song parody of
I Can't
by Larry Citgo
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I can't uh
Like I can't uh
I can't let him pass
He might show his ass
Then his ass is grass
Now his ass is thrax
Put him in a pack
We smoking Zaza gas
He ain't like that
And I ain't gotta ask
I don't got to focus on that too much
You know I'm bout a bag
You gotta keep that shit zip
Or zip a body bag
Mama kinda sad
And it's kinda sad
Jimmy ain't have enough neutrons
Know he gotta blast
And his mans tryna front like he got his back
Nigga that's a 2 for 1 just to keep it a stack
Two niggas and they dumb
And they not built like that
You better mind your business boy
Cause you'll get killed like that
My youngings run up in ya crib
While ya ppl gone
They said you big chase it to get out
And that's the shit you condone
But to each it's own
Lil bro just seek his own
I can't knock a nigga hustle
He bring the bacon home
Some of ya niggas in question
Yup broke lil yes men
On block tryna impression men
With no bag or investments
But do what you feel is best man
But I can't get none less then
Took my L's early
So I started seeing em as lessons
Now I glow and glisten
Chasing goals and missions
You thought you was it
You got cut from the dream
Like the boy from the Pistons
You ain't Citgo boy
You couldn't go the distance
And you lack commitment
Got me questioning ya existence
But play the corner, safety boy
But don't cross the line scrimmage
Cause Larry the QB
On my go you'll get finished
Better diminish with quickness
Cause my niggas ready to flip shit
And we fully equipped
Dodging cases
We fully encrypted
I can't uh
Like I can't uh
I can't let him pass
He might show his ass
Then his ass is grass
Now his ass is thrax
Put him in a pack
We smoking Zaza gas
He ain't like that
And I ain't gotta ask
I don't got to focus on that too much
You know I'm bout a bag
You gotta keep that shit zip
Or zip a body bag
Mama kinda sad
And it's kinda sad
Jimmy ain't have enough neutrons
Know he gotta blast
And his mans tryna front like he got his back
Nigga that's a 2 for 1 just to keep it a stack
Two niggas and they dumb
And they not built like that
You better mind your business boy
Cause you'll get killed like that
My youngings run up in ya crib
While ya ppl gone
They said you big chase it to get out
And that's the shit you condone
But to each it's own
Lil bro just seek his own
I can't knock a nigga hustle
He bring the bacon home
Some of ya niggas in question
Yup broke lil yes men
On block tryna impression men
With no bag or investments
But do what you feel is best man
But I can't get none less then
Took my L's early
So I started seeing em as lessons
Now I glow and glisten
Chasing goals and missions
You thought you was it
You got cut from the dream
Like the boy from the Pistons
You ain't Citgo boy
You couldn't go the distance
And you lack commitment
Got me questioning ya existence
But play the corner, safety boy
But don't cross the line scrimmage
Cause Larry the QB
On my go you'll get finished
Better diminish with quickness
Cause my niggas ready to flip shit
And we fully equipped
Dodging cases
We fully encrypted
