J-Ro - Can't Tell Me sh** lyrics

[Verse One: E-Swift] I stop by the club, cuz it ain't sh** else to do it I'm on the guestlist, it's E-Swift plus two Stepped to the bar, cuz, it's a bad habit Open mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it Check the mic, it sounds tight so I guess we might rock the motherf**er all night yo The n***as went wild, the hoes went crazy We dropped the microphone then we Swayze [Verse Two: J-Ro] Oooh don't I sound great when I down a black eighth My style is much hotter than the enchilada plate My name is James but the girls call me God when I'm humpin I should get a gold medal for broad jumpin Rappers, talkin bout, back to the old school You never shoulda left in the first place fool Now everybody wants to be a prophet But I won't quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it You put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it So gimme a high-five cause you just can't handle it If rap was a swimming pool I'd climb to the top Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop Dagnabit, I got a bad habit It don't matter where I'm at I seen a booty and I grab it So n***as step back before you get lit I'm a grown motherf**in man and you can't tell me sh** [Chorus: repeat 2x] You can't tell me sh**, you can't tell me a hot damn thing You can't tell me sh**, you can't tell me sh** [Verse Three: J-Ro] I rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana I'm puttin s**ers on pause like a comma I never ate crepes, but I got the yapes A superhero from the ghetto puttin creases in my capes (Up up up and away, J-Ro!!) I got more hoes than a canyon got echoes I'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callous My number one football team is Dallas Cowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm greater than Your grandpops is my number one fan You get ran on the court you dribble like Manute Bol You try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that sh** outta here I'm more gifted than Christmas morning I pull out a pen and write a rhyme when I'm boning Me I'm tripping, let me light my Phillie blunt Oh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want [Yo wha**up J?] Man I quit selling weed [No I need a funky break] Well I got what you need [Chorus: repeat 2x] You can't tell me sh**, you can't tell me a hot damn thing You can't tell me sh**, you can't tell me sh** [Verse Four: J-Ro] You hittin corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out cuz you great The crew who got another tape that's bumpin harder, save it! Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same They put a lot of Funky Drummers out the game They samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit That's why to me, R&B, really ain't sh** So peace to all the real hip-hop n**yroes The ones who knows about flows and rockin shows I wanna say wha**up to the ladies I gotsta say wha**up to the ladies From the Atlantic, to the Pacific I gotsta be specific, they know I'm terrific I'm pushin up to the bars, got em screamin Alkahols Ohh gosh call me Josh cause I'm bringin down the walls MC extrordinaire, J-Ro came to set it straight I never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate In LA, most n***as walk the same Act the same, talk the same, drive the same Dress the same, shoot the same, f** the same But this is Ro and I got my own game I drive through lyrics like I'm riding on the freeway And I don't give rappers, no kind of leeway Chumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex I be housin mo n***as than the projects [Chorus: repeat 2x] You can't tell me sh**, you can't tell me a hot damn thing You can't tell me sh**, you can't tell me sh** [Outro: J-Ro] Yeah, this goes out to King Tee DJ Pooh, yo the whole crew Yo D-Pimp for makin the track That n***a Tash Deadly Threat This is J-Ro and E-Swift Tha Alkaholiks, and it's like that