Представляем точный текст композиции "Cant Tell Me Shit" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Celly Cel . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Cant Tell Me Shit» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Celly Cel передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Celly Cel - "Cant Tell Me Shit"
Lyrics to Cant 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 yall You know, nothin but that realness Can ya feel this though Yeah.. Gonna ride wit ya nigga cuz its goin down They say break yoself or make yoself So I said fuck it, bought a glock so I could take myself Through all this soft shit a nigga face as a youngsta Loced ass niggas made that hillside a monster OGs 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 aint 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 Aint no set trippin, no jumpin, its 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 Lets 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 couldnt tell a nigga shit [1] (Cant tell me shit) Bitch made niggas cant tell a nigga shit (They cant tell me shit) Skanlezz Azz Bytchez cant tell a nigga shit (Cant tell me shit) Punk police cant tell a nigga shit (They cant tell a nigga shit) Fuck you bitch - you cant 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 didnt slip Aint that a bitch, you cant tell a nigga shit So I mind my own, find my home Now Im 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 Im Gone With The Wind Brakes with the ''', ounces & QPs The half kis, now Im sellin weight to the Gs Hit Oxford Street, spent a grip, now Im 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 Zs Young Gs 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 couldnt tell a nigga shit [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] Made it to a G, but aint no love in my city Now we set trippin, all these fools actin shitty Niggas wanna reel me in, but didnt know When you fuckin wit the big fish, you fuckin wit a funeral No more toe to toe HK-44s 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, Im 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 cant call it Spend about a million dollas at the liquor store Im just an alcoholic 40, Water & Legit put me on the map Got my foot in the door, now Im 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-pos at yo front door And all real niggas know Who rides sucka-free, on the solo When you empty the clip, they cant tell a nigga shit [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] [ Cant Tell Me Shit Lyrics ]
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