Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Celly CelНазвание : Can`t Tell Me ShitДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : bay area westcoast rap vallejo 707 gangsta Видео:
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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 OG`s hoopin` at the school house & shootin` dice In & out the pen, real niggas might ? nice Made this hog get 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 & 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` mutha-fuckas `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 woken up Let`s hit the park fool To see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game Niggas was down there cuttin` up or throwin` thangs Chasin` 5 off for hot dogs & fries bitch But back then, you still couldn`t tell a nigga shit 1 - (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 a nigga shit) Fuck you bitch - you can`t tell a nigga shit Repeat 1 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` my money on Had 10 dollas & JB gave me the other 10 Bought a breakdown, now I`m Gone With The Wind Brakes with the ???, 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 Hoctors, it be bitches at the talent show And for all & hoop games had hoes Hilail & Hogie, you know it was on fo` sho` Reece assists & Redge with the Tamahawk ? up Then the whole town, mobbin` down to the waterfront Niggas in Granadas, Cougars & Mustangs Stars & Volvos Nobody fuckin` with them ? 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 nigga shit Repeat 1 Repeat 1 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 HK-44`s 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 ??? Fuck the bird, I`m the nigga bailin` ? early Trigga happy nigga wit a head fulla Shirlies, on Christian brothas in ??? Or drinkin` hurricanes wit my niggas in da click 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 dank Sick wit his last job, my 9 to 5 The shit I used to dream about is how I survive Lifestyle of a mack Funk for life Some Heat 4 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 & 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 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 | Похожие исполнители:
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