| Youngin' on the block all day, getting money always
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| Can’t tell me nothin'
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| We didn’t never know no way of gettin' through the hallway
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| Can’t tell me
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| What can you say to me?
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| Look what you made of me
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| I’m just a product of my environment you see
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| Can’t tell me nothin'
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| I’m rolling in a stolen Rolls Royce
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| Fuck a rapper, I been listening to my own voice
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| My name got respect, got a chain, got a check
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| Going in I’m selling dope like I ain’t got no choice
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| It’s really true, I leave the trap and do a walk through
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| Told my bitch Imma shoot her if she talk too
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| Red rag, blue rag, what that shit do
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| I drop a bag just to make sure I get you
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| I got a mask but I made sure he seen me
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| Right before the flash he was sayin' take it easy
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| I know a bunch of real niggas and some hoes with it
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| I got some homies could get it but they nose in it
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| Damn
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| Youngin' on the block all day, getting money always
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| Can’t tell me nothin'
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| We didn’t never know no way of gettin' through the hallway
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| Can’t tell me
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| What can you say to me?
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| Look what you made of me
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| I’m just a product of my environment you see
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| Can’t tell me nothin'
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| Young man money with goals
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| Getting hoes chasin' bags tho'
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| Time reveals while hidin' in the hills
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| This is real, I advise those wake up fast
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| Get your bread right when terror is cracking
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| Now its happenin'
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| From the era of the fly shit, few of us left
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| Some are locked in the cages blowin' trees with a stretch
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| It could of been the God making the wrong moves
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| I hung the wrong crews, Allah saw the cycle now I step
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| Gettin' back to a better space
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| Put your brain in a better place
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| Fuck those lames, stay cheddar chasin'
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| I’m patient, the thought came from the basement
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| Yo, clean up, then dream up, move right the cream up
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| Youngin' on the block all day, getting money always
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| Can’t tell me nothin'
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| We didn’t never know no way of gettin' through the hallway
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| Can’t tell me
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| What can you say to me?
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| Look what you made of me
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| I’m just a product of my environment you see
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| Can’t tell me nothin'
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| These days you gotta change up yo location
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| Crime state be the mental talk is minimal unless its with the general
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| Got the heart of a seminole, identical blood
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| Wait for the drop, just watch me nigga, Chuck’s in the mud
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| My niggas answer to nobody but God himself
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| And the Holy Spirit, you ain’t feel it? |
| come pay me a visit
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| Just tryna find the pieces to the puzzle
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| We sitting in traps with Barney Rubble face covered in stubble
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| Was naked without it, I run through this jungle of brick and struggle
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| In fact most of my work I’m putting in with my knuckles, nigga
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| Got no intention of slowing up in this prohibition
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| You ain’t in no position to go against the coalition
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| Never pressured so I just take a shit on opinions
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| And keep it flippin' critics could eat a dick I’m tryna make a living
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| Rock
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| Youngin' on the block all day, getting money always
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| Can’t tell me nothin'
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| We didn’t never know no way of gettin' through the hallway
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| Can’t tell me
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| What can you say to me?
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| Look what you made of me
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| I’m just a product of my environment you see
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| Can’t tell me nothin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Tell Me Nothing , by - Dj Kay Slay. Song from the album The Big Brother, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп