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The Game

"Can’t Do It Like Me"

[Hook: Derrick Diesel]
Ca-ca-ca-can't do it like me, can't do it like me
That's ya man, in the long white tee
Can't do it like me
Can't do it like me, can't do it like me
No Giuseppe got balenciaga
Can't do it like me (skert , skert, skert, skert, skert!)
Can't do it like me, can't do it like me
f*ck with Louis, we don't do the Prada
Can't do it like me
Can't do it like me, can't do it like me
What you heard, you ain't nothin' like me (skert , skert, skert, skert, skert!)
Can't do it like me

[Verse 1: Derrick Diesel]
Haa, da-da dat ain't Montana
It's Derrick D, now I think it's clear to see
This industry is scared of me
Fair to say that I'm a g
No, I'm not a follower, I suggest you follow me
No-no green button, they like it, they just be frontin'
Mad at me, when I stunt on the gram
I be f*ckin' three b*tches, you be chilllin' wit' your man
The world was for the taking and I got it in my hand
I pull up in the Benzo, like I do it for the gram, yeah!
Like I do it for the gram, yeah!
f*ck a b*tch and her sister, she gon' do it for the band, yeah!
She gon' do it for the band, yeah!
I'm the motherf*ckin' man
In the VIP, poppin' bottles, I be standing on the sofa
So many bottles, everybody think they know ya
Hoes lining up, 'cause they all wanna blow ya
And he doin' lines, 'cause they know I got the blow, yep!
Dat Montana, da-da-dat pure coka
I-I-I be getting money, I thought I told ya
If your name rhyme with b*tches, you are not a soldier
I been getting money, you are just a loner
We be in the penthouse, balling like the owners

[Hook: Derrick Diesel]
Ca-ca-ca-can't do it like me, can't do it like me
That's ya man, in the long white tee
Can't do it like me
Can't do it like me, can't do it like me
No Giuseppe got balenciaga
Can't do it like me (skert , skert, skert, skert, skert!)
Can't do it like me, can't do it like me
f*ck with Louis, we don't do the Prada
Can't do it like me
Can't do it like me, can't do it like me
What you heard, you ain't nothin' like me (skert , skert, skert, skert, skert!)
Can't do it like me

[Verse 2: The Game]
I'm-I'm 'bout it doe, I'm-I'm-I'm 'bout it doe
Feel like C-Murder, don't leave crib without it doe
Ta-ta-take a b*tch to the mall, buy the b*tch eve'ything
Ai-ai-ain't no trickin, unless you give that hoe wedding ring
I'm with the sh*ts
Ev-ev-ev-eve'y time n*gga slide through, sh*t lit
From Westside Compton, where n*gga grew up
Selling dime bags, fighting pits
That's my hood n*gga (that's my hood n*gga)
It ain't no all good, n*gga
Compton, the Inglewood n*gga (Westside)
Back down in Long Beach, Glock 45, gotta long reach
Taking n*gga right out it his Js
And you die, 'cause you was wearing the wrong sneaks, it's the hood n*gga (it's the hood n*gga)
Ev-ev-ev-eve'y time n*gga slide through, sh*t lit
Backyard boogie, 10:1 hoes, everybody find n*gga (it's lit!)
(It's lit!)
Sippin' on a forty (It's lit!)
Bangin' E 40 (It's lit!)
Slangin' them quaters (It's lit!)
From Campanella, Cedar block, to Westside Piru (Piru)
Come through this motherf*cka, without the hood pass your ass through

[Hook: Derrick Diesel]
Ca-ca-ca-can't do it like me, can't do it like me
That's ya man, in the long white tee
Can't do it like me
Can't do it like me, can't do it like me
No Giuseppe got balenciaga
Can't do it like me (skert , skert, skert, skert, skert!)
Can't do it like me, can't do it like me
f*ck with Louis, we don't do the Prada
Can't do it like me
Can't do it like me, can't do it like me
What you heard, you ain't nothin' like me (skert , skert, skert, skert, skert!)
Can't do it like me

[Verse 3: Derrick Diesel]
I'm-I'm a f*ckin' g, Derrick D yeah I told ya
Philly my hometown, come around I can show-ya
Got a couple pounds you can smell the aroma
Weed so lound neighbor screamin turn it down
& I ain't even light it, I'm just breaking up a pound
Yeah you got a couple tats that don't make you G
But when i pull out the strap that'll make you flee
You ain't nothing but a scratch an eight of tree
You gon get your ass smoked tryna play with me
I be chillin on island on the south of France
Bad b*tches all around you be chillin on the gram
They like when you gon drop so i pull up in a drop
And I'm not a f*ckin lame I dont keep my collar popped
I just pop the hood Louis luggage living good
My goons pop off act blind like Suge
And i got a good lawyer he be lying real good
And I still keep the iron when I'm riding in my hood
Lot of snitches lot of spy's, Like CBS gotta keep an open eye
Jay-Z impressed the sh*t out of me when i listened to his rhymes
That's when i was baggin reggie, made a killin of the dimes
Had the Gucci and the Louis up in high school living fine
Baggin b*tches passing b*tches I was always on the grind
Ain't that some sh*t, Still ain't gettin paid for this rapping sh*t
So i trap a lot and i rap a bit, but if i get locked i spit half of it
I'm the f*ckin man yeah they know me in Philly on my first mixtape had to throw on Gillie, Independent on the track, independent's feeling that
And i probably bag your girl when i finish giver back

[Hook: Derrick Diesel]
Ca-ca-ca-can't do it like me, can't do it like me
That's ya man, in the long white tee
Can't do it like me
Can't do it like me, can't do it like me
No Giuseppe got balenciaga
Can't do it like me (skert , skert, skert, skert, skert!)
Can't do it like me, can't do it like me
f*ck with Louis, we don't do the Prada
Can't do it like me
Can't do it like me, can't do it like me
What you heard, you ain't nothin' like me (skert , skert, skert, skert, skert!)
Can't do it like me

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