Clark Kent - I Can't Get Wid Dat lyrics

[Hook] x2 I can't get with that I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this [Verse 1] Straight to the track my lyrics is phat I rip it the f** down More than a fluke I'm regularly wreckin this sh** so what now So many brothers be bitin' they tongue to detect who I be Well check out the J check out the A check out the Y.... Z Original rap I'm makin it slap I'm hemmin it up like that Stringin it, slangin it, swingin it fat, bring it back I be that n***a with a gat boom-clack Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever I suggest some Ex-Lax and that'll get your sh** together I give you a snotty nose from body blows Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor so save yours One verse and it's a hearse I played and I slayed yours Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it No need to prolong, Jigga the man, gone! I'm out [Hook] x2 [Verse 2] The next n***a never get no rest you're livin' with stress Cause just around the corner be the best n***a You're fearin my clout if weed got you runnin' your mouth You better blow that sh** out The Jigga's back you n***as are flat I'll amaze the way that Jay rap now how in the hell did he say that? You diggin' me the epitome of rippin' it raw You kiddin' me no n***a that rap gettin' bigger than me Although ya n***as are wettin' my style I'm still thristy And we all gotta fall off but you first G I'll be the last it'll be a cold day in hell Before you see me Sauce and Jaz chillin with your wack a** We break sh** and harmony like Take 6 While you n***as double pumped off the fake sh** Our Roc-A-Fella never sell-a-out Brothers who don't have the heart you better tell your mouth n***a [Hook] x2 [Verse 3] Listen I don't kick it I punt it I'm so wicked you want it? My tongue's just tired from lickin' my fingers and countin' up hundreds So I bought a money machine and it goes A tat-tit-trrrrrrr-at-tit-trrrrrt-at-tit-tit-Git-Dough How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def? I can even-kick my--rip that-sh**-and catch a breath I'm nicer than a b**h, ask this n***a Dash Now he don't count cause I'm makin his a** rich This n***a's nothin but the truth Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. f** 'em My sh** is tight, can't slip, gotta grip Like a pit in a dog fight my sh** is aight I ain't checkin' for you 'less you my peoples And just in case you didn't know peep the steelo It goes one dime for your mind And two bone crushers for your spine Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine [Hook] x2