I Can't Go

[Intro] This is a message brought to you by The fine people over here at Planet Earth Studios Lettin’ you know that Y’all gotta stop bringin’ them big-head ass girls to the party [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] Now if I told you niggas once, then I told you niggas two times You gotta act your age, not your motherfuckin’ shoe size We drinking vodka, lemonade, rollin’ sticky in a J And them Cartiers got them gold (?) like (?) You was in the mile-high club, I got love from this cougar She say she wanna do stuff, (?) introduced us She was bad, she was juiced up And then she blew me on my tuba, got wetter than a beluga Or a scuba, flexin’ like I’m Lex Luger The brand new guy lookin’ at the bitches that you got Damn, this (?) is bleak like Memphis Take that M6 on a date to the dentist Bringin’ all them big head hoes to the party Knowin’ damn well they heads ain’t gon’ fit through the entrance We be low key, I’ll tell you how they told me 59Fifty on the jimmy when I go deep [Hook: DJ Thunder] You say you get, you never got it Bringin’ all these big head girls to the party, oh no! Then I can’t go! You say you get, you never got it Shame that the girl that you brought to the party’s a ho! And I can’t go! [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] Aye girl, just let me see yo pretty flower I touch your petals then you leak a shower Freaky, freaky, we do anything, the city's our's Costs a pretty penny, sippin’ Remy, hit the Henny X-O so let’s go, nibble on the nipple just a little Til you get the goosebumps on yo chests goin’ The dumb dumbin’, now you runnin’ like a fresh engine Wit’ a new trans, tell by the way that you stand You probably do yo Kegels, I spot it like a eagle And I keep cake, she say the pussy like a sweepstakes Briefcase full of bands, wrapped up, act up And I’ma have to discipline, hit her with the dick again I throw it back like Michelin Next, fix yo lens knowin’ you can’t see a nigga Got them Pierre Cardin fits, you ain’t seen shit like this You know I’m flyer than a flight deck [Hook]