paroles de chanson Can't Tell Me Shit - Tha Alkaholiks
One:
E-Swift
I
stop
by
the
club,
cuz
it
ain't
shit
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
motherfucker
all
night
yo
The
niggaz
went
wild,
the
hoes
went
crazy
We
dropped
the
microphone
than
we
Swayze
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
juts
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
niggaz
step
back
before
you
get
lit
I'm
a
grown
motherfuckin
man
and
you
can't
tell
me
shit
Repeat
2X
You
can't
tell
me
shit,
you
can't
tell
me
a
hot
damn
thing
You
can't
tell
me
shit,
you
can't
tell
me
shit
Three:
J-Ro
I
rock
you
like
Lenny
Kravitz,
or
Nirvana
I'm
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
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
shit
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
whassup
J?)
Man
I
quit
selling
weed
(No
I
need
a
funky
break)
Well
I
got
what
you
need
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
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
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
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
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
niggaz
than
the
projects
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
it's
like
that
1 Soda Pop
2 Likwit
3 Likwit
4 Only When I'm Drunk
5 Last Call
6 Can't Tell Me Shit
7 Turn Tha Party Out
8 Bullshit
9 Make Room
10 Mary Jane
11 Who Dem Niggas
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