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 bastards for '95
Yeah, this is somethin' for y'all haters can hate
Keep hating
'Cause this nigga 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 bitch
So I gonna making chips but I still ain't rich
I guess life is painted what hella ups and downs
I pray to God 'cause this nigga 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 nigga Mr. M-A-D
Puts it down all around for your motherfuckers marks to see
And understand what's really going on (What's goin' on?)
You know the fuckin' 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 niggas put it on to [?]
So if you ain't with the clique get your dick spray, Westside!
[Chorus: Poppa LQ + CJ Mac]
Westside L-O-C
Niggas talk shit, but niggas can't cee thee ahh!
Westside L-O-C
I'ma beat that ass if you try to run up on me, nigga
Westside L-O-C
Niggas talk shit, but niggas 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 niggas tryna ball
Forgot about when the niggas used to take carryin' on
I know at least nine niggas doin' music in L.A
Still they had to go to Houston the fuck with Little J
It ain't shit loc, I ain't mad at you stick with dumb
But y'all up in my face tryin' to ride a niggas dick (Fuck)
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 niggas 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
Niggas talk shit, but niggas can't cee thee ahh!
Westside L-O-C
I'ma beat that ass if fuckin' with my homies, nigga
Westside L-O-C
Niggas talk shit, but niggas can't cee thee ahh!
Westside L-O-C
I'm CJ M-A-C
[Verse 3]
They uhh, fucked around and put that loc back in the game
While soft producin' niggas and directin' in thangs
Talkin' shit, grabbing my nuts and countin' bitches for fun
Countin' chips, stackin' and grippin', dippin', packin' my gun
Puttin homies in this shit so we can regulate
Giving my niggas second chances and brand new [?]
We push it down somethin' cherry [?]
We take this fools [?] to whole another level
Don't be the next motherfucker to get deep
Trying to run up on me with that young ass trippin' shit (Buck!)
I'm leavin' niggas on the as'
So, if you creep, best your keep big heat in your dash
Niggas can't touch what niggas can't see
Niggas can't comprehend what they can't be
The game that got a nigga old in fact
Call me the motherfuckin' Joey's fallin' in the rep, Westside!
[Chorus: Poppa LQ + CJ Mac]
Westside L-O-C
Niggas talk shit, but niggas can't cee thee ahh!
Westside L-O-C
I'ma beat that ass if you try to run up on me, nigga
Westside L-O-C
Niggas talk shit, but niggas can't cee thee ahh!
Westside L-O-C
I'm CJ M-A-C
[Ending: Poppa LQ]
Yeah, [?] nigga
Niggas ain't playin' with this right here, nigga
We doin' this for bread and [?] nigga
And if we don't win, nigga, we don't eat
We're serious about this right here
CJ Mac, nigga
Westside L-O-C
You can't cee thee ahh
W-E-S-T S-I-muthafucka-D-E, biatch