Cutthoat Committee - I Can't Be On That lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Dre] I keep coughing, like I'm choking on pepper High as a motherf**ing smoke detector Drop bars, Rockstar like Def Leppard But a pimp making records, I'm Dre Hefner That's right I left her, she was weedless And when she did have it, It wasn't seedless Throw your hands up Johannesburg Me no smoke ganja, me smoke herb Pay me now, pay me later, I'm in her aviator Eating on some Now and Laters, smoking like a radiator I'm an out-of-stater with his own sack 'Cause if it ain't Cali grown I can't be on that [Hook] I can't be on that, can't condone that And do it look good? I ain't gon want that I got my own yak, I got my own sack I still clear [?] mac's, no contact What the f** make you think I'mma want that Your titties and your a** is on flat And besides you ain't even got no scratch I like lesbian girls that be on snatch [Verse 2:] Catch me out there when I be doing my thang Turfing, I ain't gon' change Perfect, a madman [?] no brains They should worship, how I let the gang rock and work it See me? The one that rock the stocking cap under the beanie I'm on hotlink, no weenie Im here, there, everywhere and gone like a genie And yup, my dudes rock rounds out the semi Hear me when I yell on the turf, everywhere [?] with my youngings watching out for k**er whales Cot sale after sale, clientele bossmatic I'll [?] you for the game like a dope feign addict Your boy got to have it, only way I give it to 'em God of the streets, [?] square, never knew 'em On that, Who me? Yes you, could be Then who? I don't know probably be you [Hook] I can't be on that, can't condone that And do it look good? I ain't gon want that I got my own yak, I got my own sack I still clear [?] mac's, no contact What the f** make you think I'mma want that Your titties and your a** is on flat And besides you ain't even got no scratch I like lesbian girls that be on snatch [Verse 3:] I puff a pound of purple piff, ride with the Commitee Never worried about the plane sales, I constantly kitty Drink enough Remy to pickle my kidneys And the cats I'm running with is like the mafia guinea's Goons, coons, and silly with the semi's Or fine with the fully's, either way we getting busy Off loose leaf G's we get higher than hippies Tripping off the world but most time I'm busy Feeling on a philly or fatty that make you dizzy Keep a dime on [?] like benji's b**h come fetch this dick s** and swallow my unborn kids And jack a mac off with the kung fu grip You want to have me whipped then b**h pay this pimp I sold [?] up on the [?] strip Where we anti-trick and charge a chick Ho handling, leaving no finger prints I make a broad a star if she follow the script Play your part b**h [Hook] I can't be on that, can't condone that And do it look good? I ain't gon want that I got my own yak, I got my own sack I still clear [?] mac's, no contact What the f** make you think I'mma want that Your titties and your a** is on flat And besides you ain't even got no scratch I like lesbian girls that be on snatch