Half a Klip

I Can't Take It

Kool G Rap

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[Chorus: Rick Ross]

White sand

White, white sand

White, white, white sand

White sand

[Verse 2: Kool G Rap]

All of them white sands all up in your wife man

Shit in my right hand will shorten up your lifespan

Was right there, serving hand to hand, pitching white grams

Got cooked^✦ up, scrape right from out the bottom^✦ of that rice pan

[?] Chevy^✦ heavy,^✦ I’m deadly^✦ with my dice hand

Over-do^✦ it like Shower^✦ Posse, hitman^✦ on a Kawasaki

Coming^✦ through loud and cocky,^✦ I’m bout it, yous a coward,^✦ akhi

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I’m a real nigga,^✦ HD clear as Hitachi

You’s a black and white TV all cloudy^✦ and sloppy^✦

You’s a sixties hippy^✦ joint and I’m flowers of poppy^✦

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Top of the hourglass is grains of the white sand

Time is running out, better^✦ come run get this pipe, man

I tell the club owner^✦ to lower^✦ down the lights, man

Baseball brim over^✦ the eyes, coverted to the hives^✦ man

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

White sand

White, white sand

White, white, white sand

White sand

[Verse 3: Gunplay]

Crack, crack, crack

Crack, crack

Crack kills motherfucka who cares^✦

A cup in the microwave, that's a case or a Benz

Brillo^✦ pad in your chest, now tell the rest of your friends

I got a line at the door, now I'm yelling nine in the hole

Somebody^✦ told, now somebody^✦ body^✦ cold, maricon

Two Tecs protect my treasure^✦ while I digitally measure^✦

Her mouth do all the work while my dick get all the pleasure^✦

Talking^✦ white, you talking^✦ right, that's what I be talking^✦ like

Talking^✦ like, twenty^✦ light, bring me twenty^✦ more than that tonight

I'm at you with that ratchet if I catch you with that package

Bitch I'm 'bout my business and I'm damn sure gon' handle it

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

White sand

White, white sand

White, white, white sand

White sand

[Verse 4: Torch]

And I still got that white sand, them niggas' coke beige

I’m getting good, I’m thinking taking^✦ up a dope trade

Majored in distribution, bags fatter^✦ than Rasputia

You know the prices,^✦ you don’t like it, my little dog’ll shoot ya

That white got me ice, that ice got me noticed

And then from that that Arm and Hammer,^✦ adding^✦ baking^✦ soda^✦

Whip it ‘til it stretch hard, look at all my stretch cards

Red paint, white sand, ain’t I blessed boy

The rest raw, the other^✦ side cooking

Thirty^✦ six O’s, got this kitchen whoofing

It’s still black boy, more white ice

Bet they know I got the blow for the cheap nye

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

White sand

White, white sand

White, white, white sand

White sand

[Verse 5: Young Breed]

I told your ass before,^✦ scared^✦ money^✦ don’t make it

If I can’t afford work, best believe^✦ I’m gon' take it

Believe^✦ I’m gon' break it down to the nickel piece

(White, white) I count bricks to go to sleep

Surrounded by the leaches, hating^✦ from the bleachers

Custom^✦ cars and cycles^✦ tight, bitch I ain’t need none of them features

I know, my flag red, my money^✦ right

On black sand tanning cause they know my sand white

First time I whipped it, that shit looked^✦ like some yogurt

Tried it again,^✦ turned^✦ a hundred grand to a quota^✦

Tried it again,^✦ I ain’t missed^✦ a quota^✦ ever^✦ since

Freight full of Foldgers, folding money^✦ more than Merrill Lynch

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

White sand

White, white sand

White, white, white sand

White sand

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