Can’t Tell Me Shit(Explicit) - Tha Alkaholiks

Can't Tell Me **** (Explicit) - Tha Alkaholiks
I stop by the club cuz it ain't sh*t 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**ker all night yo
The niggaz went wild the hoes went crazy
We dropped the microphone than we swayze
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 talking 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 motherf**kin man and you can't tell me sh*t
You can't tell me sh*t you can't tell me a hot damn thing
You can't tell me sh*t you can't tell me sh*t
You can't tell me sh*t you can't tell me a hot damn thing
You can't tell me sh*t you can't tell me sh*t
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 sh*t 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 w**d
No I need a funky break well I got what you need
You can't tell me sh*t you can't tell me a hot damn thing
You can't tell me sh*t you can't tell me sh*t
You can't tell me sh*t you can't tell me a hot damn thing
You can't tell me sh*t you can't tell me sh*t
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