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  • Текст песни Celly Cel - Can't Tell Me Shit



    [Intro]
    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

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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 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

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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' 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

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