K-Rino - I Can't Tell lyrics
[K-Rino - I Can't Tell lyrics]
(K-Rino talking) uh!
Y'all should of knew this day was coming
We bout to get back G wit' it in H Town, man
And all around the world
I'm so confused
I can't tell the chicks from the dudes
I'm confused
I can't tell the chicks from the dudes
I'm so confused
I can't tell the dudes from the chicks
'Cause they walking around the city
Wearing the same outfit's
Man, I thought you was a thug
Certified wig splitter
Now you with your girlfriend
Picking dresses all griller
If you call yourself a gangster
You might wanna reconsider
Purchasing that pink shirt with them
Studs and that glitter
Females is getting hard while
Dudes is getting soft
While he tryna let his hair
Grow she cutting hers off
If you think you looking fly
Well that's your interpretation
Meanwhile that tight shirt is
Cutting off your circulation
You so fly that it's scary
I can't say it no clearer
In the bathroom with your wife
Fighting over the mirror
Y'all have switched up the game for real
Tell me what's the biz
Don't no women want a man who
Think he's cuter then she is
Fools taking bubble bath with
Aroma therapy candles
And if I see another dude
Wearing some sissified sandals
Talking bout they so comfortable
The air keeps the heat off
I'm a catch 'em by himself ambush
'em and chop his feet off
These cats sweeter than glaze
Man I hope it's just a phase
It didn't even reach this stage back
In the El DeBarge days
I done let it ride too long
So now they gots to pay
How you gangster and you smelling
Like feminine body spray
Man, I'm tired of all these
Pretty rappers bragging about swagger
I'm a tag you with a jab
That'll make a bull stagger
If the sun hit ya process
Your hair will probably melt
I can't believe you came around
Here wearing that superhero belt
I can't see you fitted like
This masculine I'm maybe blind
Plus I thought jheri curls went
Out of style in 89
Do you dress like this to meet a
Girl and get on your jock
I like Michael Jackson too but ain't
No glitter on my socks
For this punk trend to end
I just gotta hope and plead
Boy you're high maintenance like
A janitor smoking weed
Born to lead 'cause I'm bred
From a gangster ass breed straight up OG
Product of a gangster ass seed
Real G's are becoming extinct
Like polar bears
These boys be wearing clothes a
Lotta women wouldn't wear
You was a Rasta mon
Dreaded up blowing in the air
Now your whole hair is relaxed
Telling people it's baby hair
Man, I know a lot of streets
You better never walk on
This dude is in the club with canary scarf on
With them flamboyant jeans looking like
They from the 80s cell phone rung
His ringtone was "All My Single Ladies"
Your shirt is lime green
Your shoes is suspect
Your face is moisturized
Your hair passing your neck
Nothing wrong with getting fly, but nah
Not like these folks
'I'm Forever' t-shirts, sweats
Nikes and black Loc's
Where you get them shades from?
Man, you elegant as a swan
At the Chinese nail salon
Getting your feet done
Some of y'all need gangster
Rehabbing and pimp slaps
Is that a shirt or a tank
Top with two shoulder straps
Y'all should of knew this day was coming
We bout to get back G wit' it in H Town, man
And all around the world
I'm so confused
I can't tell the chicks from the dudes
I'm confused
I can't tell the chicks from the dudes
I'm so confused
I can't tell the dudes from the chicks
'Cause they walking around the city
Wearing the same outfit's
Man, I thought you was a thug
Certified wig splitter
Now you with your girlfriend
Picking dresses all griller
If you call yourself a gangster
You might wanna reconsider
Purchasing that pink shirt with them
Studs and that glitter
Females is getting hard while
Dudes is getting soft
While he tryna let his hair
Grow she cutting hers off
If you think you looking fly
Well that's your interpretation
Meanwhile that tight shirt is
Cutting off your circulation
You so fly that it's scary
I can't say it no clearer
In the bathroom with your wife
Fighting over the mirror
Y'all have switched up the game for real
Tell me what's the biz
Don't no women want a man who
Think he's cuter then she is
Fools taking bubble bath with
Aroma therapy candles
And if I see another dude
Wearing some sissified sandals
Talking bout they so comfortable
The air keeps the heat off
I'm a catch 'em by himself ambush
'em and chop his feet off
These cats sweeter than glaze
Man I hope it's just a phase
It didn't even reach this stage back
In the El DeBarge days
I done let it ride too long
So now they gots to pay
How you gangster and you smelling
Like feminine body spray
Man, I'm tired of all these
Pretty rappers bragging about swagger
I'm a tag you with a jab
That'll make a bull stagger
If the sun hit ya process
Your hair will probably melt
I can't believe you came around
Here wearing that superhero belt
I can't see you fitted like
This masculine I'm maybe blind
Plus I thought jheri curls went
Out of style in 89
Do you dress like this to meet a
Girl and get on your jock
I like Michael Jackson too but ain't
No glitter on my socks
For this punk trend to end
I just gotta hope and plead
Boy you're high maintenance like
A janitor smoking weed
Born to lead 'cause I'm bred
From a gangster ass breed straight up OG
Product of a gangster ass seed
Real G's are becoming extinct
Like polar bears
These boys be wearing clothes a
Lotta women wouldn't wear
You was a Rasta mon
Dreaded up blowing in the air
Now your whole hair is relaxed
Telling people it's baby hair
Man, I know a lot of streets
You better never walk on
This dude is in the club with canary scarf on
With them flamboyant jeans looking like
They from the 80s cell phone rung
His ringtone was "All My Single Ladies"
Your shirt is lime green
Your shoes is suspect
Your face is moisturized
Your hair passing your neck
Nothing wrong with getting fly, but nah
Not like these folks
'I'm Forever' t-shirts, sweats
Nikes and black Loc's
Where you get them shades from?
Man, you elegant as a swan
At the Chinese nail salon
Getting your feet done
Some of y'all need gangster
Rehabbing and pimp slaps
Is that a shirt or a tank
Top with two shoulder straps