Kola Mac - I Cant Lie lyrics

I can't lie, I won't stop Moving blocks, homie Them white squares, I don't speak, let them talk for me I told baby, bring your crew, what you got for me? What you got for me? Look what I got for you White lines on the plate, get comfortable You's a bad little broad, I can stunt with you And your crew with their business, I'mma f** with you I'mma f** with you I can't lie, I cross my heart and hope to die I'm f**ing with you in my mind, you know I'm that guy I'm on the parachute cap which means I'm parachute fly Sipping ', rose, ok? Ain't no s**ers in these circles, no way Jose I'm just running through these blocks f**ing with my esse I'm coach K from the wicked side, lucky left A Heavy weight, knocked them pounds off the special aid, Jimmy Craig sponsored links Dunk in the pen and the fist, pretty girls give me head Every night a different broad in my bed, this without a rap deal Run to whoever sign them checks, hands down that Kola is a sure bet Yeah, a full threat, stay with a full clip, checking chips I feel Jacksons, no bullsh** n***a, I train like a robot, pull and spit, you got hit You ain't even get to pull your sh** I can't lie, I won't stop Moving blocks, homie Them white squares, I don't speak, let them talk for me I told baby, bring your crew, what you got for me? What you got for me? Look what I got for you White lines on the plate, get comfortable You's a bad little broad, I can stunt with you And your crew with their business, I'mma f** with you I'mma f** with you I can't work for you, baby, just stand by I run sh**, got the game in the bag, Glock and sh** I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing, who want this? I put it all in your face, too, who gonna trip? Even got p**y for sale, y'all, who gonna trip? I won't stop moving locks, either, who wants a sniff? It's straight fist, get a whiff, n***a, catch my drift? 'Cause I'm ill like the swine flu, am not sick And I'm the one you call to beat it up, ain't that, b**h? 'Cause I'm the answer, no questions, ain't y'all sh**? So long my late night shift 'cause every day I get paper and I lit My stainless steady rip, just ask your favorite b**h Coldest, the top drafted, fresh to d**h, stay strapped, can't bang accident Yep, and fast on the draw like Action Jackson but my gas shooting three, call me John Packston ba*tards I can't lie, I won't stop Moving blocks, homie Them white squares, I don't speak, let them talk for me I told baby, bring your crew, what you got for me? What you got for me? Look what I got for you White lines on the plate, get comfortable You's a bad little broad, I can stunt with you And your crew with their business, I'mma f** with you I'mma f** with you I can't lie, more money, more murder, more mayhem You think I'm finished, blow it down, better get your brain scan Lay you down, your crew full of s**ers and your main man God bless his spirit, let his soul drift to Graceland Can it in the waist band, balling, we ain't playing Better huddle up, coach K got that game plan Slops occur, like a slalom, watch 'em You know I get it in with the bangers, dabblers Jackers, convicts, the real life crime sh** Discretion is advised due to graphic content 9 time out of 10 these fly my accomplice, these blocks that we moving is our accomplishments Pen stripe Armani suit like a congressman But this the wicked side council, ground taken full of bosses Clipping in ', chopper changing often Think I got jungle fever 'cause that white girl nauseous I can't lie, I won't stop Moving blocks, homie Them white squares, I don't speak, let them talk for me I told baby, bring your crew, what you got for me? What you got for me? Look what I got for you White lines on the plate, get comfortable You's a bad little broad, I can stunt with you And your crew with their business, I'mma f** with you I'mma f** with you I can't lie