Can You Believe It - Styles P, Akon

Fresh white tee, fresh car wash

Summertime hood niggas look like stars

Jewelry drip, fresh white Airs

Mami shake it up, keep your ass right there

(Ohhh can you believe it?)

My man got liquor and my cup’s right here

I can smell smoke pass the dutch right here

Nigga pass that, Capri pants

With the waist cut off, I wanna smash that

(Ohhh can you believe it?)

Party and pack, minglin baby

Knockin LL shit, you jinglin', baby?

Back your ass up or I’ma start tinglin baby

We can have more fun than Ringaling baby

(Ohhh can you believe it?)

P hit the club with a dutch and a dub with it

Nigga don’t cuff it if you ain’t in love with it

Matter fact let your grub get it

Please don’t hate cause at least you can say you was with it

Can you believe it?

I take a little a break and get off the streets

Clear my mind from the shit I see

In a world full of smoke, contact from the weed

That’s when it really dawned on me

That I’mma be here for life, ain’t never gon' leave

The ghetto’s all that I know

It’s just another day in the hood my nigga

Layin back trying get this dough

Yellin out ohhh-ohhhh

All up in the club and you know how we roll

Squad deep like ohhh-ohhhh

Bad little bitches with they booty on swoll

I’m tryin to peep like ohhh-ohhhh

Know yo' ass feel it cause it’s outta control

Let me hear you say ohhh-ohhhh

Let me hear you say ohhhhh-ohhhh;

can you believe It?

Big-ass truck, brand new rims

Tanktop Yankee, tanned out Timbs

Bracelet, chain, fronts popped in

New tattoos, new black shoes

(Hey, can you believe it?)

Gucci, Urbes, we do that too

Wanna feel the breeze get a new black Coupe

Nigga drop the top, come through the hood

Put a hundred on your three or your foul line shot

(Ohhh can you believe it?)

Linen outfits, all on the bus

Cause none of us can see a summer without trips

Mad hot so the little boys might bother you

But they all act good if the hood bother you

Basketball tournaments, pitbull pups

Ladies in the club pourin Crist' in cups

Niggas in the jail callin home on the phone (cause they «Locked Up»)

But you still tryin to act like ain’t shit rough

Mad cyphers in the park, mad fights in the park

Niggas talk how they run every night from the NARC’s

Outside from the light to the dark, then the dark to the light

I wanna smoke but I could search for my life

Can you believe it?

I done spent ten again

Wtching her bend again, dancin for many men

Tell me have ever thought of gettin in

In a room full of Konvicts and D-Block militants

They’ll show you the time of your life

You can occupy my passenger side

Introduce you to the street life

Watch you fall in love after just one night

Ohhh-ohhhh

All up in the club and you know how we roll

Squad deep like ohhh-ohhhh

Bad little bitches with they booty on swoll

I’m tryin to peep like ohhh-ohhhh

Know yo' ass feel it cause it’s outta control

Let me hear you say ohhh-ohhhh

Let me hear you say ohhhhh-ohhhh;

can you believe It?

+ (Akon)

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