Letras de Musicas

Styles p & akon talking]

What up john (testing one, two, three)

What up kon (hey convict music)

LetÂ’s go (can you believe it)



(1st verse) styles p

Fresh white tee, fresh car walls, summertime hood niggas look like stars

Jewelry drip, fresh white airs, mommy shake it up keep your ass right there (ohh, can you believe it?)

My man got liquor and my cupÂ’s right here, i can smell smoke pass the dutch right here

Nigga pass that, capri pants with the waist cut off, i wanna smash that (ohh, can you believe it?)

Party ran pack, mingling baby, and i can ll shake, you jingling baby?

Back your ass up, iÂ’m a start tingling baby, we can have more fun if wiggling baby (yea, can you believe it?)

P hit the club with a dutch and a dub with it, nigga donÂ’t cuff it if you ainÂ’t in love with it

Matter fact let the grub get it, please donÂ’t hate cause at least you can say you was with it



(chorus) akon

Can you believe it? get a break and get off the streets, clear my mind from the shit i see

In a world full of smoke, contact from the weed, thatÂ’s when it really bond on me

IÂ’m a be here for life, i aint never gonna leave, the ghetto is all that i know

ItÂ’s just another day in the hood my nigga laying back trying get this dough

Yellin out ohhhhh, all up in the club and you know how we roll, squad deep like ohhhh

Bad little bitch*s with their booty on score trying to beat like whoaaaa

Know your ass feel it cause its outta control

Let me hear you say ohhhhh, let me hear you say ohhhhh ohhh

Can you believe it?





(2nd verse) styles p

Big ass truck, brand new rims, tank top yankee, tanned out tims

Bracelet, chain, fronts bob thin, new tattoos, new black shoes (hey, can you believe it?)

Gucci, ermays, do that too, wanna feel the breeze get a new black coupe

Nigga drop the top, come thru the hood, put a hundred on your three or your foul line shot (ooh. oohh, ohh can you believe it?)

Lending outfits all in the bus cause none of us could see a summer without trips (none of us can see it)

Mad hoops so the little boys might bark at you but they all lack good if the hood bothered you



(chorus) akon

Can you believe it? get a break and get off the streets, clear my mind from the sh*t i see

In a world full of smoke, attack from the weed, thatÂ’s when it really bond on me

IÂ’m a be here for life, never gonna leave, the ghetto is all that i know

ItÂ’s just another day in the hood my nigga laying back trying get this dough

Yellin out ohhhhh, all up in the club and you know how we roll, squad deep like ohhhh

Bad little bitch*s with their booty on score trying to beat like whoaaaa

Know your ass feel it cause its outta control

Let me hear you say ohhhhh, let me hear you say ohhhhh ohhhh

Can you believe it?





(3rd verse) styles p

Basketball tournament, pitbull pups

Ladies in the club poring chris in cups

Niggas in the jail calling home on the phone (cause they locked up)

But you still trying to act like ainÂ’t sh*t enough

Mad sieves in the park, mad fights in the park niggas talk how they run every night from the narcs

Aside from the light to the dark then the dark to the light, i wanna smoke but i could search for my life



(last verse) akon

Can you believe it? iÂ’ve done spent ten again, watching her bend again, dancing for many men

Tell me have ever though about getting in, a room full of convicts and d block militants

WeÂ’ll show you the time of your life, you can occupy my passenger side

Introduce you to the street life, watch you fall in love after just one night

Ohhhh, all up in the club and you know how we roll, squad deep like ohhhh

Bad little bitch*s with their booty on score trying to beat like whoaaaa

Know your ass feel it cause its outta control

Let me hear you say ohhhhh, let me hear you say ohhhhh ohhhh

Can you believe it?



[styles p & akon talking]

Can you believe it? (can you believe it? )

LilÂ’ john, akon, s.p. the ghost

Feel what we trying to do (can you believe it? )

Can you believe it (can you believe it? )