Tha Alkaholiks - Can't Tell Me Shit Lyrics

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Verse one: e-swift

I stop by the club 'cause it ain't shit else to do it

I'm on the guestlist it's e-swift plus two

Stepped to the bar 'cause it's a bad habit

Open mic night so the liks gots to grab it

Check the mic it sounds tight so

I guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo

The niggaz went wild the hoes went crazy

We dropped the microphone than we swayze

Verse two: j-ro

Oooh don't i sound great when i down a black eighth

My style is much hotter than the enchilada plate

My name is james but the girls call me god when i'm humpin

I should get a gold medal for broad jumpin

Rappers talkin bout back to the old school

You never shoulda left in the first place fool

Now everybody wants to be a prophet

But i won't quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it

You put a rhyme together but i only dismantle it

So gimme a high-five cause you juts can't handle it

If rap was a swimming pool i'd climb to the top

Plus a triple-back hand me the mic and watch the belly flop

Dagnabit i got a bad habit

It don't matter where i'm at i seen a booty and i grab it

So niggaz step back before you get lit

I'm a grown motherfuckin man and you can't tell me shit

Chorus: repeat 2x

You can't tell me shit you can't tell me a hot damn thing

You can't tell me shit you can't tell me shit

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Verse three: j-ro

I rock you like lenny kravitz or nirvana

I'm puttin suckers on pause like a comma

I never ape crazy act but i got the yapes a superhero

From the ghetto puttin creases in my capes

(up up up and away j-ro!!)

I got more hoes than a canyon got echoes

I'm rougher than bluto tougher than a callous

My number one football team is dallas

Cowboys now boys can't you see i'm greater than

Your grandpops is my number one fan

You get ran on the court you dribble like manute bol

You try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that shit outta here

I'm more gifted than christmas morning

I pull out a pen and write a rhyme when i'm boning

Me i'm tripping let me light my phillie blunt

Oh there goes my beeper what the hell do billy want

[yo whassup j? ] man i quit selling weed

[no i need a funky break] well i got what you need

Chorus

Verse four: j-ro

You hittin corners with the alkies seen you pull-out 'cause you great

The crew who got another tape that's bumpin harder save it!

Rhythm and blues blew a fuse and now it ain't the same

They put a lot of funky drummers out the game

They samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks just to make a hit

That's why to me r&b really ain't shit

So peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles

The ones who knows about flows and rockin shows

I wanna say whassup to the ladies

I gotsta say whassup to the ladies

From the atlantic to the pacific

I gotsta be specific they know i'm terrific

I'm pushin up to the bars got em screamin alkahols

Ohh gosh call me josh cause i'm bringin down the walls

Mc extrordinaire j-ro came to set it straight

I never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate

In la most niggaz walk the same

Act the same talk the same drive the same

Dress the same shoot the same fuck the same

But this is ro and i got my own game

I drive through lyrics like i'm riding on the freeway

And i don't give rappers no kind of leeway

Chumps be hittin ejects cause i break necks when i flex

I be housin mo niggaz than the projects

Chorus

Outro: j-ro

Yeah this goes out to king tee

Dj pooh yo the whole crew

Yo d-pimp for makin the track

That nigga tash

Deadly threat

This is j-ro and e-swift

Tha alkaholiks and it's like that

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