I CAN'T Foxy Brown feat. Total [Intro] Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown uh-uh, uh How d'you expect to get lucky, when I can't even trust you Huh, uh... [Verse 1] So he played you, right, shot a little game then he blazed you, right Talkin' 'bout he was goin' make you wife, then make you right In the last two scenes it was heart break life He fooled you girl, pussy is power, let me school you girl Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl And let no lame nigga rule your world, or screw you girl I got 'em hatin' me, throws the pussy down, keep 'em chasin' me Basically, niggas game a lot so bet I game back It makes a nigga think that I came a lot And I change the plot, when we was at --?--, that chain was hot Is he on or what, niggas cop the broach in the double R And you got the notes, so I know you not broke nigga Chorus [Total & Foxy] (I ain't fuckin' wit' you) I can't rock with you no more (You got some bull shit) (How can I love you, can't even trust you) x2 [Verse 2] I got 'em mad at Fox, 'fore I let a nigga just stab the box I gotta have some rocks, even then, all I do is get they asses hot Then I ask them, 'when was the last time you had some twot?' Put 'em right in his place, --?-- him right down, Shake it right in his face You like the waist? bye the way baby boy would you like a taste? Let me tell you what I need on those licence plates Property of Mohogany Brown, sent to knock on the balcony While you knock me down You wanna, break me off without cakin' me off Then expect a bitch to be faithfull to y'alls The next nigga coppin' me bag straight from D'ior Prada shoes thats the bomb straight outta Milan And I'm about that money, no need to pretend Why don't you, holler at me when you ready to spend Chorus [Total & Foxy] (I ain't fuckin' wit' you) I can't rock with you no more (You got some bull shit) (How can I love you, can't even trust you) x2 [Verse 3] Without as much game as yours, and I can spit it nigga Same shawls, same shoes, same cars, Ain't like a chick, ain't bawlin' or soft, can you give me mo' then I'm holding myself I ain't tryin' to trick on no dick, I ain't tryin' to have no cat laid up in my shit Had the next bitch played up in my six, giggling, dizzy as shit, is it sick I'm what a nigga would love to have, chick with her own nice tits, nice ass Nice attitude, even though I'm ice bad, these are still quite fast You left the wife gaf 'coz you knew that I'd come out Ready to dumb out, and house you, simple put it down for my niggas And I ain't goin' front I'm about my ends, so Holler at me when you ready to spend Chorus [Total & Foxy] (I ain't fuckin' wit' you) I can't rock with you no more (You got some bull shit) (How can I love you, can't even trust you) x2 [Total] I can't, rock you, no more (No more...) Say it again, say it again I can't, rock you, no more, Say it again, say it again, say it again, say it again I can't, rock you, no more, (No more...) I can't, rock you, no more Say it again, say it again, say it again, say it again Chorus (Total without Foxy) till fade... ---------------------------------- Source: rsjrobinson@lineone.net [Top][Lyric Depot Page]