Can't Stop Us chords and lyrics - FIELD MOB

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[Intro 1]
[Em]

[Verse 1]
Uh,it's [C]hard catchin' these old rhymes
[B][Em][B][Em]
I can't' remember these old rhymes
[C]It's hard catchin' these old rhymes
[Em]

[Verse 2]
[Em]
[Kalage]
Shit we comin' after the
whack rappers
Studio gat- clappers slash
jackers
Them braggin' back- stabbin' non-
rappin' autographers
And I'm [C]backed up like brake
lights don't beep me
That's some [B]shit you ain't gon'
see like a punch in a snake [Em]fight
[B]Or [Em]a preacher that play dice
It's another level bitch
And I'm sick of rappers braggin'
bout they diamond bezelled wrists
My [C]ice this, my ice that
I bet I'll melt yo shit
[Em]Cause Shawn [B]J come hotter
than the Devil's [Em]dick
Couldn't beat me if I was yo dick
We were in the movies
Watchin' porn flicks in 3D
And you were PeeWee
I don't blow [C]shit out of proportion
I'll stuff you in [B]yo mama's stomach
Rap her then make her [Em]have an abortion
The Vince Carter of rap,
Shawn tall and brown skinned
Dunkin' dick in yo bitch
with my arm in the rim
Keep [C]yo hoe I chase dough
Burnin' rappers till sun- up
An[Em]d jackin' off layin' on my
back tryin' to come up
To get grip
Shawn slick with bricks for chips
I flip one- fifth of a brick
Nicks go for 6
Tug a four- [C]fifth with more glits than 6 twists
I [B]don't sniff but I spit
Catch a [Em]whiff nit- wit
Slick 6 style switch
Like a whip stick shift
I stole rap like the grinch stole Christmas
[C]My clique pissed tryin' to
hit licks to get grip
Tryin' to make more bread
than [Em]Bisquick Biscuits
This misfit pissed cause I hit his chick
He mad cause I'm Indiana like Rik Smits
But [C]he don't know I'm
underground like the Ninja Turtle
[B]He want to fight but he type
that [Em]couldn't injure Urkel
I play the cut though
Mr. Nice guy slash cut throat
Spit doo- doo like you butt
blow
[C]UH- OHHHH y'all best to get runnnin'
Why? [Em]Shhh! I hear Field Mob comin'

[Verse 3]
[Hook] [Em]Can't
stop [C]us
Can't stop [B]the [Em]Mob
Can't [C]stop[B]
[B]Boo[Em]ndox
Can't stop Kalage
[B]Repeat[Em][C][B]
11x's

[Verse 4]
[B][Boondox Blax]
[Em]Uh, it's you boy Boondox aka
Smoke from the Mob
That charcoal color lyrical
criminal spittin' flows from yo ?
I break [C]bricks down in yo hood
and take over yo block
Whatever you [Em]want I got it from the
South Coast to the Rocks
Open up shop totin' a glock with
a scope on the top
Two clips in each ankle tucked
low in my sock
Like lil' [C]whodi Wayne ? I'll have
yo block scorchin' hot
You need [B]oven gloves to get
yo mail out of yo box
To you rap[Em]pers thinkin' you
gonna come control my block
Check yo face you see a infrared
now way it's not
Close to yo [C]eye and in yo ears and
all up in yo teeth too
So many red dots look like
you sick with [Em]the measles
My clique hold heat too
But I roll with more people
Macks like Rudy Ray Moore,
Goldie and Seigel
Like Bebe [C]we don't die we multiply
like wet gremlins
[B]Jack Martin girl
It's best you hide the baguettes listen
[Em]We the best spittin' gold rhymes
Lyrics stickin' to yo brain as if
yo pillow was porcupine
[C]Not only yo mind
I poke yo tummy like Doughboy
Makin' ya bummy
Droppin' lyrical [Em]bows
to yo [Em]stomach
Smokey done it in two years and 4 weeks
I ain't lying
If Jigga Jordan
You can call me the Kobe
Bryant of this rap [C]shit
So go get more practice
I skipped college [B]and high school
? I ain't even pass it
[Em]Barely [B]made it [Em]past the 10th grade
You been writin' for 20 years
And still writin' and I been in
this shit getting' paid
Spittin' [C]raid at you cockroaches
It makes you move out the way
if you did not notice
Here [Em]come [Em]the
[C]Mob[B]
[Em]
[C]
[Em]Hook

[Outro 1]
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