Can You Believe It (Featuring Akon) [Edited]

What up, John?

Testing one, two, three

What up, Kon?

Hey, let's go, convict music

Yeah, fresh white tee, fresh car walls

Summertime hood, look like stars

Jewelry drip, fresh white Airs

Mommy shake it up, keep your **** right there

My man got liquor and my cup's right here

I can smell smoke, pass the dutch right here

Pass that, Capri pants with the waist cut off

I wanna smash that

Party ran pack, mingling, baby

And I can LL shake, you jingling, baby?

Back your ass up, I'ma start tingling, baby

We can have more fun if wiggling, baby

P hit the club with a dutch and a dub with it

Don't cuff it if you ain't in love with it

Matter fact let the grub get it

Please, don't hate 'cause at least you can say you was with it

Can you believe it? Get a break and get off the streets

Clear my mind from the things I see

In a world full of smoke, contact from the breeze

That's when it really dawned on me

That I'ma be here for life, I ain't never gonna leave

The ghetto is all that I know

It's just another day in the hood, my brother

Laying back, trying to get this dough

Yelling out, oh

All up in the club and you know how we roll

Squad deep like, oh

Bad little broads with their booty on score

Trying to beat like, oh

Know your ass, feel it 'cause it's outta control

Let me hear you say, oh

Let me hear you say, oh, oh

Can you believe it?

Big **** truck, brand new rims, tank top Yankee, tanned out Tims

Bracelet, chain, fronts bob thin, new tattoos

Two black shoes, Gucci, Hermes, we do that too

Wanna feel the breeze, get a new black coupe

Drop the top, come through the hood

Put a hundred on your three or your foul line shot

Linen outfits all in the bus 'cause none of us could

See a summer without trips

Mad hot so the little boys might bark at you

But they all lack good if the hood barbecue

Can you believe it?

Get a break and get off the streets

Clear my mind from the things I see

In a world full of smoke, contact from the breeze

That's when it really bond on me

I'ma be here for life, but I ain't never gonna leave

The ghetto is all that I know

It's just another day in the hood, my brother

Laying back, trying to get this dough

Yelling out, oh

All up in the club and you know how we roll

Squad deep like, oh

Bad little broads with their booty on swole

Trying to beat like, oh

Know your ass, feel it 'cause it's outta control

Let me hear you say, oh

Let me hear you say, oh, oh

Can you believe it?

Basketball tournament, pitbull pups

Ladies in the club poring Chris in cups

In the jail calling home on the phone

But you still trying to act like ain't shit enough

Mad sieves in the park, mad fights in the park

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 reach for my life

Can you believe it?

I've done spent ten again

Watching her bend again, dancing for many men

Tell me have ever thought of getting in

A room full of convicts and D Block militants

We'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

Oh, all up in the club and know how we roll

Squad deep like, oh

Bad little broads with their booty on swole

Trying to beat like, oh

Know that you feel it 'cause it's outta control

Let me hear you say, oh

Let me hear you say, oh, oh

Can you believe it?

Can you believe it?

Lil John, Akon, SP, the ghost

Feel what we trying to do?

Can you believe it?

Can you believe it?

Can you believe it?

Can you believe it?