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cj mac – can’t cee thee ahh! lyrics

[intro: poppa lq]
yeah, huh, the big homie
westside l+o+c
cj mac
put foot down in cowards b+st+rds for ’95
yeah, this is somethin’ for y’all haters can hate
keep hating
’cause this n+gga going to the bank with this one right here
and it goes like this

[verse 1]
now, i’ve been around the world and up in every b+tch
so i gonna making chips but i still ain’t rich
i guess life is painted what h+lla ups and downs
i pray to god ’cause this n+gga still above the ground
plus i still got actions at a million cuz
and a half a million chances at a million slugs
kicking the truth for you to chill
i used to game like reggie miller used to basketball
me and my n+gga mr. m+a+d
puts it down all around for your motherf+ckers marks to see
and understand what’s really going on (what’s goin’ on?)
you know the f+ckin’ time trick, you know what’s in my songs
nothin’ but the feel, but don’t hate the real
all the time tryin’ to avoid penitentiary still
while all the others n+ggas put it on to [?]
so if you ain’t with the clique get your d+ck spray, westside!
[chorus: poppa lq + cj mac]
westside l+o+c
n+ggas talk sh+t, but n+ggas can’t cee thee ahh!
westside l+o+c
i’ma beat that ass if you try to run up on me, n+gga

westside l+o+c
n+ggas talk sh+t, but n+ggas can’t cee thee ahh!
westside l+o+c
i’m cj m+a+c

[verse 2]
i’ve been layin’ in the cut for the last few years
watchin’ the rising fall of my last few peers
of ninety nine ass n+ggas tryna ball
forgot about when the n+ggas used to take carryin’ on
i know at least nine n+ggas doin’ music in l.a
still they had to go to houston the f+ck with little j
it ain’t sh+t loc, i ain’t mad at you stick with dumb
but y’all up in my face tryin’ to ride a n+ggas d+ck (f+ck)
i got loc’s from l.a. to richmond
texas to georgia, back to california
now everywhere i slide
i’m steady kickin’ the [?] and steady throwin’ up westside
but now we’re rolling in my bucket
and all the n+ggas so called friends
can’t see me with no so called in
and hoes ain’t even callin’ back
they think i fell apart from the game
and they fall all fallin’ back, westside
[chorus: poppa lq + cj mac]
westside l+o+c
n+ggas talk sh+t, but n+ggas can’t cee thee ahh!
westside l+o+c
i’ma beat that ass if f+ckin’ with my homies, n+gga

westside l+o+c
n+ggas talk sh+t, but n+ggas can’t cee thee ahh!
westside l+o+c
i’m cj m+a+c

[verse 3]
they uhh, f+cked around and put that loc back in the game
while soft producin’ n+ggas and directin’ in thangs
talkin’ sh+t, grabbing my nuts and countin’ b+tches for fun
countin’ chips, stackin’ and grippin’, dippin’, packin’ my gun
puttin homies in this sh+t so we can regulate
giving my n+ggas second chances and brand new [?]
we push it down somethin’ cherry [?]
we take this fools [?] to whole another level
don’t be the next motherf+cker to get deep
trying to run up on me with that young ass trippin’ sh+t (buck!)
i’m leavin’ n+ggas on the as’
so, if you creep, best your keep big heat in your dash
n+ggas can’t touch what n+ggas can’t see
n+ggas can’t comprehend what they can’t be
the game that got a n+gga old in fact
call me the motherf+ckin’ joey’s fallin’ in the rep, westside!
[chorus: poppa lq + cj mac]
westside l+o+c
n+ggas talk sh+t, but n+ggas can’t cee thee ahh!
westside l+o+c
i’ma beat that ass if you try to run up on me, n+gga

westside l+o+c
n+ggas talk sh+t, but n+ggas can’t cee thee ahh!
westside l+o+c
i’m cj m+a+c

[ending: poppa lq]
yeah, [?] n+gga
n+ggas ain’t playin’ with this right here, n+gga
we doin’ this for bread and [?] n+gga
and if we don’t win, n+gga, we don’t eat
we’re serious about this right here
cj mac, n+gga
westside l+o+c
you can’t cee thee ahh
w+e+s+t s+i+m+th+f+cka+d+e, biatch

- cj mac lyrics

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