Can't Loose Lyrics
| Song | Can't Loose |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Digital Bullet |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Murray | |
| [man singing continuously]"can't lose..."[RZA] | |
| What, What | |
| Four Shellies | |
| What, What, | |
| WhatFour shellies rip through his belly | |
| Blast him right outside of | |
| Mike's deli | |
| Dip to the tele | |
| Call my bird up on the celle | |
| Bobby what | |
| Bobby lust | |
| I walk strange | |
| And talk strange | |
| Long range sniper aims | |
| Swiss cheese your brain | |
| I don't sleep | |
| And don't eat meat | |
| Rest twice a week | |
| Speak without moving my lips | |
| Got fifty pairs of sneaks | |
| Fingerprint proof rubber grips | |
| Hollow tip clips | |
| Eight ounce sip bud nips | |
| We crack private do chips | |
| And clock a bird off the block | |
| Straight away from a flock | |
| Just caught me at the bus stop | |
| Twist the | |
| Snapple top | |
| Off, pierced her breast | |
| Kept her hair processed | |
| No panties underneath the dress | |
| Wally ankle bracelet | |
| Polo frames | |
| Her shades had no name | |
| PopocaneI slowed my game | |
| Thick gold chains | |
| Make your eyes flame | |
| Up against the | |
| Bodega gate | |
| She stay straight | |
| Perfect figure eight | |
| Shape, couldn't wait | |
| To bust her grape | |
| With the applehead | |
| Legs spread open | |
| Invincible body armor | |
| My scarlet blade will slice the leg | |
| From the Shaolin llama | |
| Cause I...["can't lose"] | |
| Cause I...["can't lose"](Yo) | |
| Cause I...["can't lose][Beretta Nine] | |
| Yo, 2001summer heat | |
| Icy hot, play the street | |
| Twelve month, seven day a week | |
| Cat in eye, we hit | |
| Blunts hard | |
| Fuck birds hard | |
| Bitch slap retards | |
| Quick fast | |
| Wind up in mass | |
| Body cast, its like | |
| Don't start shit | |
| Won't be shit | |
| Allah quick to spot shit | |
| Smash hitYou know the name kid | |
| Don't splash it | |
| Pop a joint and blast it | |
| The shit sound | |
| Hype in your whip | |
| Make you take the car and crash it | |
| Megagraphical | |
| Always speak actual | |
| Only deal with natural | |
| One hundred percent | |
| Five percent | |
| Militant in aim | |
| With the intent | |
| Beretta Nine, blast mine | |
| On some empty the clip |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Murray | |
| man singing continuously" can' t lose..." RZA | |
| What, What | |
| Four Shellies | |
| What, What, | |
| WhatFour shellies rip through his belly | |
| Blast him right outside of | |
| Mike' s deli | |
| Dip to the tele | |
| Call my bird up on the celle | |
| Bobby what | |
| Bobby lust | |
| I walk strange | |
| And talk strange | |
| Long range sniper aims | |
| Swiss cheese your brain | |
| I don' t sleep | |
| And don' t eat meat | |
| Rest twice a week | |
| Speak without moving my lips | |
| Got fifty pairs of sneaks | |
| Fingerprint proof rubber grips | |
| Hollow tip clips | |
| Eight ounce sip bud nips | |
| We crack private do chips | |
| And clock a bird off the block | |
| Straight away from a flock | |
| Just caught me at the bus stop | |
| Twist the | |
| Snapple top | |
| Off, pierced her breast | |
| Kept her hair processed | |
| No panties underneath the dress | |
| Wally ankle bracelet | |
| Polo frames | |
| Her shades had no name | |
| PopocaneI slowed my game | |
| Thick gold chains | |
| Make your eyes flame | |
| Up against the | |
| Bodega gate | |
| She stay straight | |
| Perfect figure eight | |
| Shape, couldn' t wait | |
| To bust her grape | |
| With the applehead | |
| Legs spread open | |
| Invincible body armor | |
| My scarlet blade will slice the leg | |
| From the Shaolin llama | |
| Cause I..." can' t lose" | |
| Cause I..." can' t lose" Yo | |
| Cause I..." can' t lose Beretta Nine | |
| Yo, 2001summer heat | |
| Icy hot, play the street | |
| Twelve month, seven day a week | |
| Cat in eye, we hit | |
| Blunts hard | |
| Fuck birds hard | |
| Bitch slap retards | |
| Quick fast | |
| Wind up in mass | |
| Body cast, its like | |
| Don' t start shit | |
| Won' t be shit | |
| Allah quick to spot shit | |
| Smash hitYou know the name kid | |
| Don' t splash it | |
| Pop a joint and blast it | |
| The shit sound | |
| Hype in your whip | |
| Make you take the car and crash it | |
| Megagraphical | |
| Always speak actual | |
| Only deal with natural | |
| One hundred percent | |
| Five percent | |
| Militant in aim | |
| With the intent | |
| Beretta Nine, blast mine | |
| On some empty the clip |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Murray | |
| man singing continuously" can' t lose..." RZA | |
| What, What | |
| Four Shellies | |
| What, What, | |
| WhatFour shellies rip through his belly | |
| Blast him right outside of | |
| Mike' s deli | |
| Dip to the tele | |
| Call my bird up on the celle | |
| Bobby what | |
| Bobby lust | |
| I walk strange | |
| And talk strange | |
| Long range sniper aims | |
| Swiss cheese your brain | |
| I don' t sleep | |
| And don' t eat meat | |
| Rest twice a week | |
| Speak without moving my lips | |
| Got fifty pairs of sneaks | |
| Fingerprint proof rubber grips | |
| Hollow tip clips | |
| Eight ounce sip bud nips | |
| We crack private do chips | |
| And clock a bird off the block | |
| Straight away from a flock | |
| Just caught me at the bus stop | |
| Twist the | |
| Snapple top | |
| Off, pierced her breast | |
| Kept her hair processed | |
| No panties underneath the dress | |
| Wally ankle bracelet | |
| Polo frames | |
| Her shades had no name | |
| PopocaneI slowed my game | |
| Thick gold chains | |
| Make your eyes flame | |
| Up against the | |
| Bodega gate | |
| She stay straight | |
| Perfect figure eight | |
| Shape, couldn' t wait | |
| To bust her grape | |
| With the applehead | |
| Legs spread open | |
| Invincible body armor | |
| My scarlet blade will slice the leg | |
| From the Shaolin llama | |
| Cause I..." can' t lose" | |
| Cause I..." can' t lose" Yo | |
| Cause I..." can' t lose Beretta Nine | |
| Yo, 2001summer heat | |
| Icy hot, play the street | |
| Twelve month, seven day a week | |
| Cat in eye, we hit | |
| Blunts hard | |
| Fuck birds hard | |
| Bitch slap retards | |
| Quick fast | |
| Wind up in mass | |
| Body cast, its like | |
| Don' t start shit | |
| Won' t be shit | |
| Allah quick to spot shit | |
| Smash hitYou know the name kid | |
| Don' t splash it | |
| Pop a joint and blast it | |
| The shit sound | |
| Hype in your whip | |
| Make you take the car and crash it | |
| Megagraphical | |
| Always speak actual | |
| Only deal with natural | |
| One hundred percent | |
| Five percent | |
| Militant in aim | |
| With the intent | |
| Beretta Nine, blast mine | |
| On some empty the clip |
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