Verse One: E-Swift
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I stop by the club, cuz it ain't shit else to do it
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I'm on the guestlist, it's E-Swift plus two
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Stepped to the bar, cuz, it's a bad habit
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Open mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it
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Check the mic, it sounds tight so
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I guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo
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The niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy
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We dropped the microphone than we Swayze
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Verse Two: J-Ro
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Oooh don't I sound great when I down a black eighth
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My style is much hotter than the enchilada plate
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My name is James but the girls call me God when I'm humpin
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I should get a gold medal for broad jumpin
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Rappers, talkin bout, back to the old school
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You never shoulda left in the first place fool
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Now everybody wants to be a prophet
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But I won't quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it
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You put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it
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So gimme a high-five cause you juts can't handle it
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If rap was a swimming pool I'd climb to the top
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Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop
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Dagnabit, I got a bad habit
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It don't matter where I'm at I seen a booty and I grab it
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So niggaz step back before you get lit
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I'm a grown motherfuckin man and you can't tell me shit
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me a hot damn thing
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You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit
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Verse Three: J-Ro
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I rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana
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I'm puttin suckers on pause like a comma
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I never ape crazy act but I got the yapes a superhero
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from the ghetto puttin creases in my capes
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(Up up up and away, J-Ro!!)
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I got more hoes than a canyon got echoes
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I'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callous
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My number one football team is Dallas
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Cowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm greater than
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Your grandpops is my number one fan
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You get ran on the court you dribble like Manute Bol
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You try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that shit outta here
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I'm more gifted than Christmas morning
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I pull out a pen and write a rhyme when I'm boning
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Me I'm tripping, let me light my Phillie blunt
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Oh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want
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[Yo whassup J?] Man I quit selling weed
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[No I need a funky break] Well I got what you need
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Chorus
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Verse Four: J-Ro
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You hittin corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out cuz you great
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The crew who got another tape that's bumpin harder, save it!
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Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same
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They put a lot of Funky Drummers out the game
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They samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit
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That's why to me, R&B, really ain't shit
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So peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles
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The ones who knows about flows and rockin shows
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I wanna say whassup to the ladies
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I gotsta say whassup to the ladies
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From the Atlantic, to the Pacific
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I gotsta be specific, they know I'm terrific
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I'm pushin up to the bars, got em screamin Alkahols
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Ohh gosh call me Josh cause I'm bringin down the walls
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MC extrordinaire, J-Ro came to set it straight
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I never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate
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In LA, most niggaz walk the same
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Act the same, talk the same, drive the same
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Dress the same, shoot the same, fuck the same
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But this is Ro and I got my own game
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I drive through lyrics like I'm riding on the freeway
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And I don't give rappers, no kind of leeway
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Chumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex
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I be housin mo niggaz than the projects
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Chorus
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Outro: J-Ro
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Yeah, this goes out to King Tee
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DJ Pooh, yo the whole crew
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Yo D-Pimp for makin the track
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That nigga Tash
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Deadly Threat
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This is J-Ro and E-Swift
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Tha Alkaholiks, and it's like that
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Can't Tell Me Shit
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Tha Alkaholiks |