Dr. Dre - If I Can't lyrics

[Hook] If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop I'mma take it to the top For sure I'mma make it hot, baby [Verse 1] I apply pressure to pussies that stunting I pop Stand alone squeezing my pistol, I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9's Tell n***as get they money right, ‘cause I got mine And I'm around, quit playing, n***a, you can't shine You gon' be that next chump to end up in the trunk After being hit by the pump – is that what you want? Be easy, n***a, I'll lay your a** out Believe me, n***a, that's what I'm about, gangsta You could find a n***a sitting on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone [Hook] If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop I'mma take it to the top For sure I'mma make it hot, baby [Verse 2] I'm down for the action, he smart wit' his mouth so smack him You holding a strap, he might come back, so clap him React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin' ‘Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking what happened Oh no, look who clapped 'em with the .44 20 inch rims sitting on Low-pro's Eastside, Westside, n***as know, yo, I'm loco Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain n***as don't rob me, they know I'm down to die for my chain G-Unit – we get it popping in the hood G-Unit – motherf**er, what's good? I'm waiting on n***as to act like they don't know how to act I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map With the MAC, thinking it's all rap, 'til that a** get clapped and Doc say, "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, n***a!) [Hook] If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop I'mma take it to the top For sure I'mma make it hot, baby [Verse 3] I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners Go 'head, act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I don't fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, n***a, ya heard me? When streetlights come on n***as blast the 9's Get locked up, they read books to pa** the time In the game there's ups and downs so I stay on the grind n***as on my dick more than my b**h, I stay on they mind There ain't nothing they could do to stop my shine This is God's plan, homie, this ain't mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma who always gotta throw in her two cents I'm the drop-out who made more money than these teachers Roofless like the Coupe, but I come with more features I am what I am, you could like it or love it It feels good to blow 50 grand and think nothing of it, f** it! [Hook] If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop I'mma take it to the top For sure I'mma make it hot, baby If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop I'mma take it to the top For sure I'mma make it hot, baby [Spoken Outro]