lirik lagu celly cel - can't tell me shit
[intro]
yeah, you got celly cel back in this m-th-f-cka
once again, you know
’bout to drop this soul playa sh-t on y’all
you know, nothin’ but that realness
can ya feel this though
yeah.. gonna ride wit ya n-gga cuz it’s goin’ down
they say break yo’self or make yo’self
so i said f-ck it, bought a glock so i could take myself
through all this old sh-t a n-gga face as a youngsta
loc’ed -ss n-ggas made that hillside a monster
og’s hoopin’ at the school house & shootin’ dice
in & out the pen, real n-ggas made nothin’ nice
made this hog hit the brew
made me hit the weed
eatin’ up the whole house
moms know a n-gga keyed
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’ m-th–f-ckas ’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 loccin up
at wilson park fool
to see a little league, a babe ruth baseball game
n-ggas was down there cuttin’ up or throwin’ thangs
chasin’ fly b-lls for hot dogs & fries b-tch
but back then, you still couldn’t tell a n-gga sh-t
1 – (can’t tell me sh-t)
b-tch made n-ggas can’t tell a n-gga sh-t
(they can’t tell me sh-t)
skanlezz azz bytchez can’t tell a n-gga sh-t
(can’t tell me sh-t)
punk police can’t tell a n-gga sh-t
(they can’t tell a n-gga sh-t)
f-ck you b-tch – you can’t tell a n-gga sh-t
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got a little older, now the park is a joke
cause all the ball players out there slangin’ dope
some of my n-ggas is on grimmies, but i didn’t slip
ain’t that a b-tch, you can’t tell a n-gga sh-t
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 went to quarters, halfs, 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 high cause there be b-tches at the talent show
football & hoop games had hoes
vallejo and hogan, you know it was on fo’ sho’
reece -ssists & redge with the tamahawk dunk
then the whole town, mobbin’ down to the waterfront
n-ggas in granadas, cougars & mustangs
stars & vogues
n0body f-ckin’ with them gold 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 n-gga sh-t
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made it to a g, but ain’t no love in my city
now we set trippin’, all these fools actin’ sh-tty
n-ggas wanna reel me in, but didn’t know
when you f-ckin’ wit the big fish, you f-ckin’ wit a funeral
no more toe to toe
hk-44’s
now what they know about the m-th- f-ckin’ murda shows
strap on my right hand side, in the bay area
sh-t is gettin’ scarier
n-ggas will bury ya’
f-ck the bird, i’m the n-gga bailin’ through early
trigga happy n-gga wit a head fulla shirlies, on
christian brothas and chasin’ it with schlitz
or drinkin’ hurricanes wit my n-ggas in da cl!ck
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 dap
sick wit it slash jive, my 9 to 5
the sh-t i used to dream about is how i survive
lifestyle of a mack
funk for life
some heat 4 yo’ azz
them k!lla kali n-ggas blast and smash
without a murda weapon or a witness
too many n-ggas in yo’ car, risky business
they turn snitches
break down & have the po-po’s at yo’ front door
and all real n-ggas know
who rides sucka-free, on the solo
when you empty the clip, they can’t tell a n-gga sh-t
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