i don't think ya'll can handle this
i don't really really think ya'll can handle this
i don't think they can handle this
i don't really think they can handle this
i ain't tryin' act too good for you
i'm just tryna tell ya what's really tru'
baby i don't think u can handle this
tell me what u kno' about ridin' on chromed out
hair braided up with the gold in ya mouth
i don't wanna pull ya cards
but the line you just kicked to me
it won't get you nowhere with me
the kinda guy that i like
me and you could never be
your too nice and just too pretty
it's not ya fault i'm from da hood
i love em bad and hate em good
to keep it real with honestly
that's the only typa figure dat can handle me
a playa dat dont give a what
i'm the only one he lets inside
when he does his ride or die
but something says mo' let it go"