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    "Can't Complain" Lyrics

    The Prodigy

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    {telephone ringing}

    Hello... hello...
    Yo what up, man!?!
    Who the fuck is this?
    Who the fuck it sound like, man?
    What the fuck you calling so early for, man!?!
    What the fuck time is it!?!
    It's like 3 o'clock, man, thought you was coming to get me, man!?!
    ... shit, my bad son.
    Please, man, come get me man, before I choke this bitch, man!
    Hurry up son, man it's like 90 man, let's get some hoes or something.

    What up, dun!?!
    Same ol' shit.
    No doubt, ain't nothing new... .
    Let's take a little spin, dun, word up.

    Yo... open my wings to a new day spread my lungs
    Get laced, jump in the whip, stash the guns
    Twist the key, shifted to D then flee
    Before anything, get the daily dose of choke
    We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float
    My eye's burnin' from the dope killin' my throat
    Lean my seat a taste, lumbar support
    On the belt doin' 90 or more
    debatin' on the latest rhyme wars
    Where units don't count
    But your rap pay add up to large amounts
    Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's skills to sleep
    Catch chills off'a infamous beats
    Swing the trees doin' one-handed you'ees
    Blowin' on the ouwee ?cause we can't have the medicine canoein'
    There go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that
    Ay yo dun, hold that down and turn it around
    Dirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, d's and fatigues
    T n T hopin' out of MPV's
    Surprise all'a fuck out of me
    Got rubber Glocks pointed at me
    Ay yo twin, what the fuck... ..
    [Twin]
    They had us laid out on the ground holdin' us down
    With gats to back of our heads was goin' down
    ?It wasn't us that held up that bitch you got.
    Where's the proof, man!? Let me speak to my attorney.?
    I know the routine, don't try to throw me
    I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me
    ... but all that told me to get in more shit
    ay yo P', (what up) you my co-d, we both get knocked
    What you did with that half'a tree? (right in my sock.)
    Yo, I hope these fuckin' dicks won't find the stash spot
    Dun, you know how I get down!?!
    Yo I'm ready to bounce
    Do the 100 yard-dash and tear ass
    If my other half was alive we woulda got killt
    ?'cause dun woulda went for the guns and got ill
    Plus I gots cracks on me, they foundt the cracks on me
    Looked at'em, gave'em back to me
    I could swore they was takin' us in
    Then the lady in the car said, ?..that's not them.?
    Picked us up, told me I could keep the drugs
    They didn't give a fuck, they was only lookin' for guns
    An' you ain't gotta tell us twice
    We hopped in the car and slid off
    On our way up-town for more of that funk
    P' lit the tree back up
    Got off the Tri-burrough, hit the Henry Huds'
    ?Fuckit, let's slide through the Rutgers.?
    Roll the windows down 'cause infamous mobb bumpers...

    [Prodigy]
    ... Skip To My Lou had the crowd jumpin'
    Took a walk through the park frontin'
    Didn't even have to hurt nuttin'
    Man I love it, ain't nothin' like summer in New York
    Hear Infamous Thoughts, then the Dream Team music starts
    Damn, we young black entrepreneurs
    New York Pricks and Dicks can't stop our floss
    We like organized crime, the fuckin' Mobb
    I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' serious cards
    Dead serious cash, luxurious labs
    Learn to balance fame with pain, you CAN'T COMPLAIN

    [Chinky sings X]

    Jus' another day livin' in the hood...
    Jus' another day around the way... .
    Feelin' good today... oh no we can't complain
    Jus' another day... livin' in New York... .
    Dealin' with the jakes and the snakes... ..
    Feelin' good today... .we hit'em up 'cause we here to stay...
    This song was submitted on October 23rd, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Barry White, Albert Johnson, Shalene Evans, Jamal Raheem.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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