Song: I Can’t ~~ 1999 ~~ 4:16
Artist: Foxy Brown featuring Total
LP/CD: Chyna Doll ~~ Def Jam ~~ 1999
Composers: Ingrid Marchand~Sean Carter

Mmm, you know, mmm
Boogie Brown, mmm
How you expect me to love you, n****
Can’t even trust you, mmm, mmm, mmm

So he played you, right
Shot a little game then he blazed you, right
Talkin’ ‘bout he was gon’ make you wife then make you right
And the last you seen was his car break lights
He fooled you, girl, p**** is power, let me school you, girl
Don’t get up off it till he moves you, girl
And let no playin’ n**** rule your world and screw you, girl
I got ‘em hatin’ me, I throws the p**** down, keep ‘em chasin’ me
Basically, n****’s game a lie, so bet I game back
And make the n**** think that I came alive
And I change the plot, when we was at Jacob
That chain was hot, is he on or what
N**** cop the brooch in the double R
And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, n****

{I ain’t f***in’ wit’ you}
I can’t rock with you no more
{You and your bulls***}
{How can I love you, can’t even trust you}

{I ain’t f***in’ wit’ you}
I can’t rock with you no more
{Cut the bulls***}
{How can I love you, can’t even trust you}

I got ‘em mad at Fox, ‘fore I let a n**** just stab the box
I gotta have some rocks, even then all I do is get they a##es high
Then I ask them, when was the last time you had some twat
Put ‘em right in his place, saw him right down
Shake it right in his face, you like the waist
By the way, baby boy, would you like a taste
Let me tell you what I need on those license plates
Property of Mohogany Brown, standin’ knock-kneed
On a balcony while you knock me down
Ya’ll wanna break me off without cakin’ me off
Then expect the b**** to be faithfull to yours
The next n**** coppin’ me bags straight from Dior
Prada shoes, that’s the bomb straight outta Milan
And I’m about that money, no need to pretend
Why don’t you holla at me when you ready to spend

{I ain’t f***in’ wit’ you}
I can’t rock with you no more
{You and your bulls***}
{How can I love you, can’t even trust you}

{I ain’t f***in’ wit’ you}
I can’t rock with you no more
{Cut the bulls***}
{How can I love you, can’t even trust you}

Mmm, you got as much to gain, y’all
And I can spit it n****, same as yall
Same shoes, same cars
Ain’t like a chick ain’t bawlin’ herself
Can you give me more, then I’m holdin’ myself
I ain’t tryin’ to kick on no d***
I ain’t tryin’ to have no cat laid up in my s***
Had the next b**** laid up in my six
Gigglin’, dizzy as s***, is it sick
I’m what a n**** would love to have
Chick with her own, nice t**s, nice a##
Nice attitude, even though I’m ice bad
You could steal quite fast, you like the wife style
‘Cause you know that I come out ready to dumb out
In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my n****s
And I ain’t goin’ front, I’m about my ends
So holla at me when you ready to spend

{I ain’t f***in’ wit’ you}
I can’t rock with you no more
{You and your bulls***}
{How can I love you, can’t even trust you}

{I ain’t f***in’ wit’ you}
I can’t rock with you no more (Thinkin’, thinkin’)
{Cut the bulls***}
{How can I love you, can’t even trust you}

{I ain’t f***in’ wit’ you}
I can’t rock with you no more
{You and your bulls***}
{How can I love you, can’t even trust you}

{I ain’t f***in’ wit’ you}
I can’t rock with you no more (Say it again, say it again, say it again)
{Cut the bulls***} (Say it again)
{How can I love you, can’t even trust you}

I can’t rock you, no more (Say it again, say it again)
I can’t rock you, no more (Say it again, say it again, say it again, say it again)
I can’t rock you, no more
I can’t rock you, no more (Say it again, say it again, say it again, say it again)

I can’t rock with you no more (Say it again)
I can’t rock with you no more (Say it again, say it again)
I can’t rock with you no more

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: May 5, 1999