歌手:Foxy Brown
专辑:《Chyna Doll》

作词 : Carter, Shawn C.
作曲 : Carter, Shawn C.
Uh, y'know, uh, boogie brown, uh
How you expect me to love you, ******
Can't even trust you, uh
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, ****** is power, let me school you girl
Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl
And let no playin' ****** rule your world and screw you girl
I got 'em hatin' me, i throws the ****** down, keep 'em chasin' me
Basically, ******'s game a lie, so bet i game back
And make the ******' think that i came alive
And i change the plot, when we was at jacob
That chain was hot, is he on or what?
****** cop the broach in the double r
And you got the notes, so i know you not broke, ******
[total & foxy]
1 - (i ain't ******' wit' you)
I can't rock with you no more
(you and your bull******t)
(how can i love you)
(can't even trust you)
(i ain't ******' wit' you)
I can't rock with you no more
(cut the bull******t)
(how can i love you
(can't even trust you)
I got 'em mad at fox, 'fore i let a ****** just stab the box
I gotta have some rocks, even then
All i do is get they asses 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 the balcony while you knock me down
Ya'll wanna break me off without cakin' me off?
Then expect the ****** to be faithfull to y'alls
The next ****** copin' 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
Repeat 1
You got as much, you game's y'all
And i can spit it ******, same as y'alls, same shoes, same cars
Ain't like a chick ain't bawlin' herself
Can you give me mo', then i'm holding myself
I ain't tryin' to trip on no ******
I ain't tryin' to have no cat laid up in my ******t
Had the next ****** layed up in my six?
Gigglin', dizzy as ******t, is it sick?
I'm what a ****** would love to have
Chick with her own, nice ******, nice ass
Nice attitude, even though i'm ice bad
He was still quite fast, you like the wife style
Cuz you know that i come out ready to dumb out
In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my ******s
And i ain't goin' front, i'm about my end, so
Holla at me when you ready to spend
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
[total]
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, 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