Can't Tell Me Shit Lyrics - Singles - Tha Alkaholiks

I stop by the club, 'cuz it ain't shit else to do it 

I'm on the guest list, it's E-Swift plus two 

Stepped to the bar, 'cuz, 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 niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy 

We dropped the microphone than we Swayze 

Ooh 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 juts 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 niggaz 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 ape crazy act but I got the apes 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 grand pops is my number one fan 

You get ran on the court you dribble like Manute Bol 

You try to take it to the hole 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 hittin' corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out 'cuz 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 niggy roles 

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 

Oh gosh call me Josh 'cause I'm bringin' down the walls 

MC extraordinary, J-Ro came to set it straight 

I never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate 

In LA, most niggaz 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 niggaz 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 

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