Tha Alkaholiks - Can't Tell Me Shit lyrics

I stop by the club
'cause it ain't shit else to do it
I'm on the guestlist, it's E-Swift plus two
Stepped to the bar, 'cause 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 niggas went wild, the hoes went crazy
We dropped the microphone then 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, 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
Just 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 niggas step back before you get lit
I'm a grown motherfuckin man and
You can't tell me shit

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
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

I rock you like Lenny Kravitz or Nirvana
I'm puttin suckers on pause like a comma
I never ate crepes, 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

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
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

You hittin corners with the Alkies seen
You pull-out 'cause 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 niggyroes
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 extraordinaire
J-Ro came to set it straight
I never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate
In LA, most niggas 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' niggas than the projects

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
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

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