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Cant Tell Me Shit - текст песни

Can't Tell Me Shit


Yeah, you got Celly Cel back in this muthafucka

Once again, you know

'Bout to drop this soul playa shit on y'all

You know, nothin' but that realness

Can ya feel this though

Yeah.. Gonna ride wit ya nigga cuz it's goin' down

They say break yo'self or make yo'self

So I said fuck it, bought a glock so I could take myself

Through all this soft shit a nigga face as a youngsta

Loc'ed ass niggas made that hillside a monster

OG's hoopin' at the school house & shootin' dice

In & out the pen, real niggas might ? nice

Made this hog get the brew

Made me hit the weed

Eatin' at the ho house

Moms know a nigga kill

Go to my room, sleep off my high, and hit the door

Tellin' myself "I ain't smokin' weed no more"

But you know

Them lies as the days go by

Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise

Walk into the school house

Franklin Junior

Back when it was cool to kiss & tell and spread rumors

Boxin' toe to toe & everybody in a circle

Sockin' mutha-fuckas 'til they eyes turn purple

Ain't no set trippin', no jumpin', it's just 1 on 1

Fools throwin' thangs to the end

Back then, it was fun

No gunshots

No need to hit the floor

But after shool

The whole city woken up

Let's hit the park fool

To see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game

Niggas was down there cuttin' up or throwin' thangs

Chasin' 5 off for hot dogs & fries bitch

But back then, you still couldn't tell a nigga shit


(Can't tell me shit)

Bitch made niggas can't tell a nigga shit

(They can't tell me shit)

Skanlezz Azz Bytchez can't tell a nigga shit

(Can't tell me shit)

Punk police can't tell a nigga shit

(They can't tell a nigga shit)

Fuck you bitch - you can't tell a nigga shit

[Repeat 1]

Got a little older, now the park is a joke

'Cause all the ball players out there slangin' dope

Some of my niggas is on grimmies, but I didn't slip

Ain't that a bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit

So I mind my own, find my home

Now I'm in the zone

Behind Farmers in the alley, gettin' my money on

Had 10 dollas & JB gave me the other 10

Bought a breakdown, now I'm Gone With The Wind

Brakes with the ???, ounces & QP's

The half ki's, now I'm sellin' weight to the G's

Hit Oxford Street, spent a grip, now I'm ready to go

To Hogan Hoctors, it be bitches at the talent show

And for all & hoop games had hoes

Hilail & Hogie, you know it was on fo' sho'

Reece assists & Redge with the Tamahawk ? up

Then the whole town, mobbin' down to the waterfront

Niggas in Granadas, Cougars & Mustangs

Stars & Volvos

Nobody fuckin' with them ? thangs

Me, G-Roc, JB & Lil' C-Mo

Puffin' on indo

Splittin' 4 double O Z's

Young G's tryin' to live

And when they shut the ship door, we goin' under the bridge

Gettin' whip-lash from the brake gas mash and dip

'Cause back then, you couldn't tell a nigga shit

[Repeat 1]

[Repeat 1]

Made it to a G, but ain't no love in my city

Now we set trippin', all these fools actin' shitty

Niggas wanna reel me in, but didn't know

When you fuckin' wit the big fish, you fuckin' wit a funeral

No more toe to toe


Now what they know about the mutha fuckin' murda shows

Strap on my right hand side, in the Bay area

Shit is gettin' scarier

Niggas are ???

Fuck the bird, I'm the nigga bailin' ? early

Trigga happy nigga wit a head fulla Shirlies, on

Christian brothas in ???

Or drinkin' hurricanes wit my niggas in da click

So deep, I can't call it

Spend about a million dollas at the liquor store

I'm just an alcoholic

40, Water & Legit put me on the map

Got my foot in the door, now I'm givin' up dank

Sick wit his last job, my 9 to 5

The shit I used to dream about is how I survive

Lifestyle of a mack

Funk for life

Some Heat 4 Yo' Azz

Them Killa Kali niggas blast and smash

Without a murda weapon or a witness

Too many niggas in yo' car, risky business

They turn snitches

Break down & have the po-po's at yo' front door

And all real niggas know

Who rides sucka-free, on the solo

When you empty the clip, they can't tell a nigga shit

[Repeat 1]

[Repeat 1]

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