Текст, перевод и аккорды “Can You Believe It”
- feat. Akon [Styles P] + (Akon) What up John (testing 1-2-3) What up 'Kon Hah (ay) Let's go (Konvict Music.. can you believe it?) [Styles P] + (Akon) Fresh white tee, fresh car wash Summertime hood niggaz look like stars Jewelry drip, fresh white Airs Mami shake it up, keep your ass right there (Ohhh can you believe it?) My man got liquor and my cup's right here I can smell smoke pass the dutch right here Nigga pass that, Capri pants with the waist cut off, I wanna smash that (Ohhh can you believe it?) Party and pack, minglin baby Knockin LL shit, you "Jinglin' Baby?" Back your ass up or I'ma start tinglin baby We can have more fun than Ringaling baby (Ohhh can you believe it?) P hit the club with a dutch and a dub with it Nigga don't cuff it if you ain't in love with it Matter fact let your grub get it Please don't hate cause at least you can say you was with it [Chorus: Akon] Can you believe it? I take a little a break and get off the streets Clear my mind from the shit I see In a world full of smoke, contact from the weed That's when it really dawned on me That I'ma be here for life, ain't never gon' leave The ghetto's all that I know It's just another day in the hood my nigga Layin back trying get this dough Yellin out ohhh-ohhhh All up in the club and you know how we roll Squad deep like ohhh-ohhhh Bad little bitches with they booty on swoll I'm tryin to peep like ohhh-ohhhh Know yo' ass feel it cause it's outta control Let me hear you say ohhh-ohhhh Let me hear you say ohhhhh-ohhhh; can you believe It? [Styles P] Big-ass truck, brand new rims Tanktop Yankee, tanned out Timbs Bracelet, chain, fronts popped in New tattoos, new black shoes (Hey, can you believe it?) Gucci, Urbes, we do that too Wanna feel the breeze get a new black Coupe Nigga drop the top, come through the hood Put a hundred on your three or your foul line shot (Ohhh can you believe it?) Linen outfits, all on the bus Cause none of us can see a summer without trips Mad hot so the little boys might bother you But they all act good if the hood bother you [Chorus] [Styles P] Basketball tournaments, pitbull pups Ladies in the club pourin Crist' in cups Niggaz in the jail callin home on the phone (cause they "Locked Up") But you still tryin to act like ain't shit rough Mad cyphers in the park, mad fights in the park Niggaz talk how they run every night from the NARC's Outside from the light to the dark, then the dark to the light I wanna smoke but I could search for my life [Akon] Can you believe it? I done spent ten again Wtching her bend again, dancin for many men Tell me have ever thought of gettin in In a room full of Konvicts and D-Block militants They'll show you the time of your life You can occupy my passenger side Introduce you to the street life Watch you fall in love after just one night Ohhh-ohhhh All up in the club and you know how we roll Squad deep like ohhh-ohhhh Bad little bitches with they booty on swoll I'm tryin to peep like ohhh-ohhhh Know yo' ass feel it cause it's outta control Let me hear you say ohhh-ohhhh Let me hear you say ohhhhh-ohhhh; can you believe It? [Styles P] + (Akon) Can you believe it? (Can you believe it?) (Can you believe it?) Lil' Jon, Akon, S.P. the Ghost Feel what we tryin to do (Can you believe it?) Can you believe it, hahahaha~! (Can you believe it?) (Can you believe it?) {*echoes*}
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