Can't U Tell Lyrics - Lil' Flip

[Talking] 

Ay I know alot of y'all niggaz wonderin', haha 

is this nigga doin good? (yup) 

is this nigga really ridin spinners? (yup), hah 

I tell them niggaz man - can't you tell a nigga doin good man 

can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building 

we got Dj Squeeky on the track... Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's 

[Chorus 2X - Flip] 

We throw bows, we blow dro 

we ride blades and low pro's 

umm... I heard you doin good 

nigga can't you tell 

oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well 

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[Verse 1 - Flip] 

Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rock 

one switch make it hop, the other switch make it stop 

I got wood grain on my dash, paper out the ass 

I don't ride around with wallets I carry paper bags 

ride around with tech's, endo, with a vest 

Giovanni's on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex 

I rep Houston, Tex where niggaz bang Screw 

we ride candy paint nigga what about yo' crew 

got a piece and a chain, a watch and a ring 

ten thousand square foot home, plus a spot for my plane 

I spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they clothes 

cause that's how it go when all ya jewelry froze 

I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nile 

my jacket is mink - but my shoes are crocodile 

I'm thuggin forever, fifty karats in my bezzel 

but I'm like 'Trillville' cause y'all can't get on "my level" 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 2 - Gudda] 

Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, fuck it I'm a throw some bows 

hit the bar and get bent and go and fuck some hoes 

I'm this bitch actin wild you know how Gudda do it 

I got my pistol on my hip incase I get into it 

niggaz drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk' 

now he drunk and he think he the "Incredible Hulk" 

uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this bitch 

then the police gon'come and drag me out this bitch... (yea, Gudda) 

[Verse 3 - Supa] 

I'm doin good and it feels great 

I'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal gray 

supa dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby 

give a fuck about the name just know he gets busy 

mouth of the south you know ya know me well 

hollow shells - swell you like a macaroni shell 

fuck you haters, the chains is off 

Clover chains is on... we off the chains lil'boy (yea) 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 4 - MJG] 

Uh, yea, come on... 

MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the chart 

but if a girl wanna get on the chart, 

shit I'll still put a bitch on the block 

you don't really want that really now tell the truth, slow ya role 

you got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoes 

I'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the bitch and find the problem 

I got solutions for a problem I'm here to resolve 'em 

pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they harder 

everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, 

I think I wanna pop my collar 

could it be I'm just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpin 

oooh nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'em 

I don't pretend I mean exactly what I mean 

I don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a dream 

when I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo's 

breakin me a ciggerillo down... fillin it up with nothin but dro 

M - J - fuckin G representer of the dirty 

but I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me 

[Chorus]