They Can't

(альбом: Lucy Pearl - 2000)

(I ain't mad at cha)
To all you twisted people who love to take advantage of artists like us
Guess what? Huh, we ain't mad at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
Da da, da, da
Da da, da, da da (Mad at cha)
Da da, da, da
Da da, da, da da (Mad at cha)

There's no need to hate on us so hard
You can't stand the fact that we're so smart (Mad at cha)
We got the hell off the train before it ran off the track
Got up on this Lucy thing and we never looked back

They can't handle us
'Cause they can't step on us
And they can't use us up no more (No no)
They tried to funk with us
But they can't put a stop to us
'cause they can't control us no more

That was such an evil game you played (I ain't mad, mad at cha)
But your mouth wrote a check that your ass is still paying today (I ain't mad at cha)
'Cause it blew up in your face
And now you gotta reap what you sowed (Mad)
Lies and deceit will kill your mind and eat away at your soul, oh oh

They can't handle us
'Cause they can't step on us
And they can't use us up no more (Oh oh no)
They tried to funk with us
But they can't put a stop to us
'Cause they can't control us no more (No no)
They can't handle us
'Cause they can't step on us
And they can't use us up no more (Use us up no more)
They tried to funk with us
But they can't put a stop to us (Put a stop to us, no no)
'Cause they can't control us no more (Can't control us no more)
They can't handle us
'Cause they can't step on us
And they can't use us up no more
(They can't use us up, they can't use us)
They tried to funk with us
But they can't put a stop to us
'Cause they can't control us no more (Control us)
(I ain't mad at cha)