The Game — Cant 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 Fuck 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 fuckin' three bitches, 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! Fuck a bitch and her sister, she gon' do it for the band, yeah! She gon' do it for the band, yeah! I'm the motherfuckin' 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 bitches, 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 Fuck 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 bitch to the mall, buy the bitch eve'ything Ai-ai-ain't no trickin, unless you give that hoe wedding ring I'm with the shits Ev-ev-ev-eve'y time nigga slide through, shit lit From Westside Compton, where nigga grew up Selling dime bags, fighting pits That's my hood nigga (that's my hood nigga) It ain't no all good, nigga Compton, the Inglewood nigga (Westside) Back down in Long Beach, Glock 45, gotta long reach Taking nigga right out it his Js And you die, 'cause you was wearing the wrong sneaks, it's the hood nigga (it's the hood nigga) Ev-ev-ev-eve'y time nigga slide through, shit lit Backyard boogie, 10:1 hoes, everybody find nigga (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 motherfucka, 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 Fuck 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 fuckin' 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 bitches 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 fuckin 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 shit 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 bitches passing bitches I was always on the grind Ain't that some shit, Still ain't gettin paid for this rapping shit So i trap a lot and i rap a bit, but if i get locked i spit half of it I'm the fuckin 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 Fuck 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