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Celly Cel
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Can't Tell Me Shit
Lyricist:Kenneth Darnell Franklin, Marceles Mccarver
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
O.G.'s hoopin' at the school house and shootin' dice In and out the pen, real niggas find nothin' nice Made this hog hit 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 and Clyde smokin' dank till the sun rise
Walk into the school house, Franklin Junior Back when it was cool to kiss and tell and spread rumors Boxin' toe to toe and everybody in a circle Sockin' muthafuckas 'til they eyes turn purple
Ain't no set trippin', no jumpin', it's just one on one Fools throwin' thangs to the end, back then it was fun No gunshots, no need to hit the floor but after school The whole city lookin' up and will support through
To see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game Niggas was down there cuttin' up or throwin' thangs Chasin' five off for hot dogs and 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 me shit (Fuck you bitch, you can'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 me shit (Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)
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' money on Had ten dollars and J.B. gave me the other ten Bought a breakdown, now I'm goin' with the wind
Brakes with the colors, has ounces and Q.P.'s The half keys, 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 and hoop games had hoes Hilail and Hogie, you know it was on fo' sho' Reece assists and Redge with the Toma hawked up Then the whole town mobbin' down to the waterfront
Niggas in Granadas, Cougars and Mustangs, Stars and Volvos Nobody fuckin' with them girl thangs Me, G-Roc, J.B. and Lil' C.Mo. puffin' on indo Splittin' 4 double O. Z.'s
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Young G's tryin' to live And when they shut the ship door, we goin' under the bridge Gettin' whiplashed from the brake gas mash and dip 'Cause back then you 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 me shit (Fuck you bitch, you can'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 me shit (Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)
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, H.K. forty fours 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 barrier
Fuck the bird, I'm the nigga bailin' too early Trigga happy nigga wit a head fulla Shirlies on Christian brothas in chasin' it was splits Or drinkin' hurricanes wit my niggas in da click
So deep, I can't call it spend about a million dollars At the liquor store, I'm just an alcoholic Forty water and legit put me on the map Got my foot in the door, now I'm givin' up dank
Sick wit his last job, my nine to five The shit I used to dream about is how I survive Lifestyle of a mack, funk for life, some heat for 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 and 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
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 me shit (Fuck you bitch, you can'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 me shit (Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)
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