Celly Cel - Can't Tell Me sh** lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, you got Celly Cel back in this muthaf**a Once again, you know 'Bout to drop this soul playa sh** on y'all You know, nothin' but that realness Can ya feel this though Yeah.. Gonna ride wit ya n***a 'cause it's goin' down They say break yo'self or make yo'self So I said f** it, bought a glock so I could take myself Through all this soft sh** a n***a face as a youngsta Loc'ed a** n***as made that hillside a monster OG's hoopin' at the school house & shootin' dice In & out the pen, real n***as might ? nice Made this hog get the brew Made me hit the weed Eatin' at the ho house Moms know a n***a k** 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-f**as '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 n***as was down there cuttin' up or throwin' thangs Chasin' 5 off for hot dogs & fries b**h But back then, you still couldn't tell a n***a sh** 1 - (Can't tell me sh**) b**h made n***as can't tell a n***a sh** (They can't tell me sh**) Skanlezz Azz Bytchez can't tell a n***a sh** (Can't tell me sh**) Punk police can't tell a n***a sh** (They can't tell a n***a sh**) f** you b**h - you can't tell a n***a sh** Repeat 1 Got a little older, now the park is a joke 'Cause all the ball players out there slangin' dope Some of my n***as is on grimmies, but I didn't slip Ain't that a b**h, you can't tell a n***a sh** 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 b**hes at the talent show And for all & hoop games had hoes Hilail & Hogie, you know it was on fo' sho' Reece a**ists & Redge with the Tamahawk ? up Then the whole town, mobbin' down to the waterfront n***as in Granadas, Cougars & Mustangs Stars & Volvos Nobody f**in' with them ? thangs Me, G-Roc, JB & Lil' see-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 n***a sh** 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' sh**ty n***as want to reel me in, but didn't know When you f**in' wit the big fish, you f**in' wit a funeral No more toe to toe HK-44's Now what they know about the mutha f**in' murda shows Strap on my right hand side, in the Bay area sh** is gettin' scarier n***as are ??? f** the bird, I'm the n***a bailin' ? early Trigga happy n***a wit a head fulla Shirlies, on Christian brothas in ??? Or drinkin' hurricanes wit my n***as 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 sh** I used to dream about is how I survive Lifestyle of a mack Funk for life Some Heat 4 Yo' Azz Them k**a Kali n***as blast and smash Without a murda weapon or a witness Too many n***as in yo' car, risky business They turn snitches Break down & have the po-po's at yo' front door And all real n***as know Who rides s**a-free, on the solo When you empty the clip, they can't tell a n***a sh** Repeat 1 Repeat 1