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Tha Alkaholiks - Cant Tell Me Shit

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Verse one: e-swift



I stop by the club, cuz it aint shit else to do it

Im on the guestlist, its e-swift plus two

Stepped to the bar, cuz, its 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 motherfucker all night yo

The niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy

We dropped the microphone than we swayze



Verse two: j-ro



Oooh dont 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 Im 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 wont 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 juts cant handle it

If rap was a swimming pool Id climb to the top

Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop

Dagnabit, I got a bad habit

It dont matter where Im at I seen a booty and I grab it

So niggaz step back before you get lit

Im a grown motherfuckin man and you cant tell me shit



Chorus: repeat 2x



You cant tell me shit, you cant tell me a hot damn thing

You cant tell me shit, you cant tell me shit



Verse three: j-ro



I rock you like lenny kravitz, or nirvana

Im puttin suckers on pause like a comma

I never ape crazy act 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

Im rougher than bluto, tougher than a callous

My number one football team is dallas

Cowboys, now boys, cant you see Im 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 shit outta here

Im more gifted than christmas morning

I pull out a pen and write a rhyme when Im boning

Me Im tripping, let me light my phillie blunt

Oh there goes my beeper, what the hell do billy want

[yo whassup j? ] man I quit selling weed

[no I need a funky break] well I got what you need



Chorus



Verse four: j-ro



You hittin corners with the alkies seen you pull-out cuz you great

The crew who got another tape thats bumpin harder, save it!

Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it aint the same

They put a lot of funky drummers out the game

They samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit

Thats why to me, r&b, really aint shit

So peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles

The ones who knows about flows and rockin shows

I wanna say whassup to the ladies

I gotsta say whassup to the ladies

From the atlantic, to the pacific

I gotsta be specific, they know Im terrific

Im pushin up to the bars, got em screamin alkahols

Ohh gosh call me josh cause Im 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 niggaz walk the same

Act the same, talk the same, drive the same

Dress the same, shoot the same, fuck the same

But this is ro and I got my own game

I drive through lyrics like Im riding on the freeway

And I dont give rappers, no kind of leeway

Chumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex

I be housin mo niggaz than the projects



Chorus



Outro: j-ro



Yeah, this goes out to king tee

Dj pooh, yo the whole crew

Yo d-pimp for makin the track

That nigga tash

Deadly threat

This is j-ro and e-swift

Tha alkaholiks, and its like that

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