Celly Cel Can`t Tell Me Shit Lyrics

Can`t Tell Me Shit Lyrics

[Intro] 

Yeah, you got Celly Cel back in this muthafucka 

Once again,
you know 

'Bout to drop this soul playa shit on y'all 

You know,
nothin' but that realness 

Can ya feel this though 

Yeah.. Gonna ride
wit ya nigga cuz it's goin' down 



They say break yo'self or make
yo'self 

So I said fuck it, bought a glock so I could take myself


Through all this soft shit a nigga face as a youngsta 

Loc'ed ass
niggas made that hillside a monster 

OG's 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 ain't 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 

Ain't no set
trippin', no jumpin', it's 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 

Let's 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 couldn't tell a nigga shit 



1 -   
 (Can't tell me shit) 

        Bitch made niggas can't tell a nigga shit


        (They can't tell me shit) 

        Skanlezz Azz Bytchez can't
tell a nigga shit 

        (Can't tell me shit) 

        Punk police
can't tell a nigga shit 

        (They can't tell a nigga shit) 

      
 Fuck you bitch - you can't tell a nigga shit 



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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 didn't slip


Ain't that a bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit 

So I mind my own,
find my home 

Now I'm 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 I'm Gone With The Wind 

Brakes with the ???, ounces & QP's


The half ki's, now I'm sellin' weight to the G's 

Hit Oxford Street,
spent a grip, now I'm 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 Z's 

Young G's 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 couldn't tell a nigga shit 



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Made it to a G, but ain't no love in my city 

Now
we set trippin', all these fools actin' shitty 

Niggas wanna reel me in,
but didn't know 

When you fuckin' wit the big fish, you fuckin' wit a
funeral 

No more toe to toe 

HK-44's 

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, I'm 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 can't call it 

Spend about a million dollas at the
liquor store 

I'm just an alcoholic 

40, Water & Legit put me on the
map 

Got my foot in the door, now I'm 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-po's at yo' front door 

And all real niggas
know 

Who rides sucka-free, on the solo 

When you empty the clip, they
can't tell a nigga shit 



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