Can`t Tell Me Shit

Verse One: E-Swift<br><br>I stop by the club, cuz it ain`t shit else to do it<br>I`m on the guestlist, it`s E-Swift plus two<br>Stepped to the bar, cuz, it`s a bad habit<br>Open mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it<br>Check the mic, it sounds tight so<br>I guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo<br>The niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy<br>We dropped the microphone than we Swayze<br><br>Verse Two: J-Ro<br><br>Oooh don`t I sound great when I down a black eighth<br>My style is much hotter than the enchilada plate<br>My name is James but the girls call me God when I`m humpin<br>I should get a gold medal for broad jumpin<br>Rappers, talkin bout, back to the old school<br>You never shoulda left in the first place fool<br>Now everybody wants to be a prophet<br>But I won`t quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it<br>You put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it<br>So gimme a high-five cause you juts can`t handle it<br>If rap was a swimming pool I`d climb to the top<br>Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop<br>Dagnabit, I got a bad habit<br>It don`t matter where I`m at I seen a booty and I grab it<br>So niggaz step back before you get lit<br>I`m a grown motherfuckin man and you can`t tell me shit<br><br>Chorus: repeat 2X<br><br>You can`t tell me shit, you can`t tell me a hot damn thing<br>You can`t tell me shit, you can`t tell me shit<br><br>Verse Three: J-Ro<br><br>I rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana<br>I`m puttin suckers on pause like a comma<br>I never ape crazy act but I got the yapes a superhero<br>from the ghetto puttin creases in my capes<br>(Up up up and away, J-Ro!!)<br>I got more hoes than a canyon got echoes<br>I`m rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callous<br>My number one football team is Dallas<br>Cowboys, now boys, can`t you see I`m greater than<br>Your grandpops is my number one fan<br>You get ran on the court you dribble like Manute Bol<br>You try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that shit outta here<br>I`m more gifted than Christmas morning<br>I pull out a pen and write a rhyme when I`m boning<br>Me I`m tripping, let me light my Phillie blunt<br>Oh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want<br>[Yo whassup J?] Man I quit selling weed<br>[No I need a funky break] Well I got what you need<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Four: J-Ro<br><br>You hittin corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out cuz you great<br>The crew who got another tape that`s bumpin harder, save it!<br>Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain`t the same<br>They put a lot of Funky Drummers out the game<br>They samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit<br>That`s why to me, R&B, really ain`t shit<br>So peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles<br>The ones who knows about flows and rockin shows<br>I wanna say whassup to the ladies<br>I gotsta say whassup to the ladies<br>From the Atlantic, to the Pacific<br>I gotsta be specific, they know I`m terrific<br>I`m pushin up to the bars, got em screamin Alkahols<br>Ohh gosh call me Josh cause I`m bringin down the walls<br>MC extrordinaire, J-Ro came to set it straight<br>I never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate<br>In LA, most niggaz walk the same<br>Act the same, talk the same, drive the same<br>Dress the same, shoot the same, fuck the same<br>But this is Ro and I got my own game<br>I drive through lyrics like I`m riding on the freeway<br>And I don`t give rappers, no kind of leeway<br>Chumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex<br>I be housin mo niggaz than the projects<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Outro: J-Ro<br><br>Yeah, this goes out to King Tee<br>DJ Pooh, yo the whole crew<br>Yo D-Pimp for makin the track<br>That nigga Tash<br>Deadly Threat<br>This is J-Ro and E-Swift<br>Tha Alkaholiks, and it`s like that