Lyrics Can't Tell Me Shit - Celly Cel

Can't Tell Me Shit - Celly Cel
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Tell Me Shit, artist - Celly Cel. Album song Killa Kali, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Realside
Song language: English

Can't Tell Me Shit

Once again, you know 'bout to drop this soul playa shit on y’all\nYou know, nothin' but that realness, can ya feel this though?\nYeah, gonna ride wit' ya nigga 'cuz it’s goin' down\nThey say break yo’self or make yo’self\nSo I said fuck it, bought a glock so I could take myself\nThrough all this soft shit, a nigga face as a youngsta\nLoc’ed ass niggas made that hillside a monster\nO.G.'s hoopin' at the school house and shootin' dice\nIn and out the pen, real niggas find nothin' nice\nMade this hog hit the brew, made me hit the weed\nEatin' at the ho house, moms know a nigga kill\nGo to my room, sleep off my high and hit the door\nTellin' myself, «I ain’t smokin' weed no more»\nBut you know them lies as the days go by\nMe, Choo-Choo and Clyde smokin' dank till the sun rise\nWalk into the school house, Franklin Junior\nBack when it was cool to kiss and tell and spread rumors\nBoxin' toe to toe and everybody in a circle\nSockin' muthafuckas 'til they eyes turn purple\nAin’t no set trippin', no jumpin', it’s just one on one\nFools throwin' thangs to the end, back then it was fun\nNo gunshots, no need to hit the floor but after school\nThe whole city lookin' up and will support through\nTo see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game\nNiggas was down there cuttin' up or throwin' thangs\nChasin' five off for hot dogs and fries bitch\nBut back then, you still couldn’t tell a nigga shit\nCan’t tell me shit\n(Bitch, made niggas, can’t tell a nigga shit)\nThey can’t tell me shit\n(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can’t tell a nigga shit)\nCan’t tell me shit\n(Punk police can’t tell a nigga shit)\nThey can’t tell me shit\n(Fuck you bitch, you can’t tell a nigga shit)\nCan’t tell me shit\n(Bitch, made niggas, can’t tell a nigga shit)\nThey can’t tell me shit\n(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can’t tell a nigga shit)\nCan’t tell me shit\n(Punk police can’t tell a nigga shit)\nThey can’t tell me shit\n(Fuck you bitch, you can’t tell a nigga shit)\nGot a little older now, the park is a joke\n'Cause all the ball players out there slangin' dope\nSome of my niggas is on grimmies, but I didn’t slip\nAin’t that a bitch? You can’t tell a nigga shit\nSo I mind my own, find my home, now I’m in the zone\nBehind farmers in the alley, gettin' money on\nHad ten dollars and J.B. gave me the other ten\nBought a breakdown, now I’m goin' with the wind\nBrakes with the colors, has ounces and Q.P.'s\nThe half keys, now I’m sellin' weight to the G’s\nHit Oxford Street, spent a grip, now I’m ready to go\nTo Hogan Hoctors, it be bitches at the talent show\nAnd for all and hoop games had hoes\nHilail and Hogie, you know it was on fo' sho'\nReece assists and Redge with the Toma hawked up\nThen the whole town mobbin' down to the waterfront\nNiggas in Granadas, Cougars and Mustangs, Stars and Volvos\nNobody fuckin' with them girl thangs\nMe, G-Roc, J.B. and Lil' C.Mo. puffin' on indo\nSplittin' 4 double O. Z.'s\nYoung G’s tryin' to live\nAnd when they shut the ship door, we goin' under the bridge\nGettin' whiplashed from the brake gas mash and dip\n'Cause back then you couldn’t tell a nigga shit\nCan’t tell me shit\n(Bitch, made niggas, can’t tell a nigga shit)\nThey can’t tell me shit\n(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can’t tell a nigga shit)\nCan’t tell me shit\n(Punk police can’t tell a nigga shit)\nThey can’t tell me shit\n(Fuck you bitch, you can’t tell a nigga shit)\nCan’t tell me shit\n(Bitch, made niggas, can’t tell a nigga shit)\nThey can’t tell me shit\n(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can’t tell a nigga shit)\nCan’t tell me shit\n(Punk police can’t tell a nigga shit)\nThey can’t tell me shit\n(Fuck you bitch, you can’t tell a nigga shit)\nMade it to a G but ain’t no love in my city\nNow we set trippin', all these fools actin' shitty\nNiggas wanna reel me in but didn’t know\nWhen you fuckin' wit the big fish, you fuckin' wit a funeral\nNo more toe to toe, H.K. forty fours\nNow what they know about the mutha fuckin' murda shows\nStrap on my right hand side, in the bay area\nShit is gettin' scarier, niggas are barrier\nFuck the bird, I’m the nigga bailin' too early\nTrigga happy nigga wit a head fulla Shirlies on\nChristian brothas in chasin' it was splits\nOr drinkin' hurricanes wit my niggas in da click\nSo deep, I can’t call it spend about a million dollars\nAt the liquor store, I’m just an alcoholic\nForty water and legit put me on the map\nGot my foot in the door, now I’m givin' up dank\nSick wit his last job, my nine to five\nThe shit I used to dream about is how I survive\nLifestyle of a mack, funk for life, some heat for yo' azz\nThem Killa Kali niggas blast and smash\nWithout a murda weapon or a witness\nToo many niggas in yo' car, risky business\nThey turn snitches\nBreak down and have the Po-Po's at yo' front door\nAnd all real niggas know\nWho rides sucka free on the solo\nWhen you empty the clip\nThey can’t tell a nigga shit\nCan’t tell me shit\n(Bitch, made niggas, can’t tell a nigga shit)\nThey can’t tell me shit\n(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can’t tell a nigga shit)\nCan’t tell me shit\n(Punk police can’t tell a nigga shit)\nThey can’t tell me shit\n(Fuck you bitch, you can’t tell a nigga shit)\nCan’t tell me shit\n(Bitch, made niggas, can’t tell a nigga shit)\nThey can’t tell me shit\n(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can’t tell a nigga shit)\nCan’t tell me shit\n(Punk police can’t tell a nigga shit)\nThey can’t tell me shit\n(Fuck you bitch, you can’t tell a nigga shit)

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Artist lyrics: Celly Cel