Letras
Yeah, you got Celly Cel back in this motherfucker, once again, you know?
'Bout to drop this soul player shit on y'all
You know, nothin' but that realness, can you feel this, though?
Yeah, gonna ride with you nigga 'cause it's goin' down
You know? Yeah
They say break yourself or make yourself
So I said, "Fuck it," bought a Glock, so I could take myself
Through all this old shit, a nigga face as a youngster
Locced ass niggas made that hillside a monster
OGs hoopin' at the school house and shootin' dice
In and out the pen, real niggas made nothin' nice
Made this hog hit the brew, made me hit the weed
Eatin' up the whole house, moms know a nigga keyed
Go to my room, sleep off my high, and hit the door
Tellin' myself I ain't smokin' weed no more
But you know them lies as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo and Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house, Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss and tell and spread rumors
Boxin' toe to toe and everybody in a circle
Sockin' motherfuckers 'til they eyes turn purple
Ain't no set trippin', no jumpin', it's just one on one
Fools throwin' things to the end, back then, it was fun
No gunshots, no need to hit the floor
But after school, the whole city loccin' up at Wilson park fool
To see a little league, a babe Ruth baseball game
Niggas was down there cuttin' up or throwin' things
Chasin' Fly Balls for hot dogs and fries bitch
But back then, you still couldn't tell a nigga shit
Bitch-made niggas can't tell a nigga shit (can't tell me shit)
Skanless-ass bitches can't tell a nigga shit (they can't tell me shit)
Punk police can't tell a nigga shit (can't tell me shit)
Fuck you, bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit (they can't tell me shit)
Bitch-made niggas can't tell a nigga shit (can't tell me shit)
Skanless-ass bitches can't tell a nigga shit (they can't tell me shit)
Punk police can't tell a nigga shit (can't tell me shit)
Fuck you, bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit (they can't tell me shit)
Got a little older, now the park is a joke
'Cause all the ball players out there slangin' dope
Some of my niggas is on grimmies, but I didn't slip
Ain't that a bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit
So I mind my own, find my home, now I'm in the zone
Behind farmers in the alley, gettin' my money on
Had ten dollars and JB gave me the other ten
Bought a breakdown, now I'm gone with the wind
Brakes went to quarters, halves, ounces and QPs
The half ki's, now I'm sellin' weight to the Gs
Hit Oxford Street, spent a grip, now, I'm ready to go
To Hogan High 'cause there be bitches at the talent show
And football and hoop games had hoes
Vallejo and Hogan, you know it was on fo' sho'
Reece assists and Redge with the Tamahawk dunk
Then the whole town, mobbin' down to the waterfront
Niggas in Granadas, Cougars and Mustangs
Stars and Vogues, nobody fuckin' with them gold things
Me, G-Roc, JB and little C-Mo
Puffin' on indo, splittin' four double O-Zs
Young Gs tryin' to live
And when they shut the ship door, we goin' under the bridge
Gettin' whip-lash from the brake gas mash and dip
'Cause back then, you couldn't tell a nigga shit
Bitch-made niggas can't tell a nigga shit (can't tell me shit)
Skanless-ass bitches can't tell a nigga shit (they can't tell me shit)
Punk police can't tell a nigga shit (can't tell me shit)
Fuck you, bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit (they can't tell me shit)
Bitch-made niggas can't tell a nigga shit (can't tell me shit)
Skanless-ass bitches can't tell a nigga shit (they can't tell me shit)
Punk police can't tell a nigga shit (can't tell me shit)
Fuck you, bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit (they can't tell me shit)
Made it to a G, but ain't no love in my city
Now we set trippin', all these fools actin' shitty
Niggas wanna reel me in, but didn't know
When you fuckin' with the big fish, you fuckin' with a funeral
No more toe-to-toe, HK-44's
Now, what they know about the motherfuckin' murder shows
Strap on my right-hand side, in the Bay Area
Shit is gettin' scarier, niggas will bury you
Fuck the bird, I'm the nigga bailin' through early
Trigger-happy nigga with a head full of Shirlies, on
Christian brothers and chasin' it with Schlitz
Or drinkin' hurricanes with my niggas in the click (in the click)
So deep, I can't call it
Spend about a million dollars at the liquor store, I'm just an alcoholic
40, Water and Legit put me on the map
Got my foot in the door, now I'm givin' up dap
Sick with it slash Jive, my nine to five
The shit I used to dream about is how I survive
Lifestyle of a mack, funk for life
Some heat for your ass, them killer Kali niggas blast and smash
Without a murder weapon or a witness
Too many niggas in your car, risky business, they turn snitches
Break down and have the po-po's at your front door
And all real niggas know who rides sucker-free, on the solo
When you empty the clip, they can't tell a nigga shit
Bitch-made niggas can't tell a nigga shit (can't tell me shit)
Skanless-ass bitches can't tell a nigga shit (they can't tell me shit)
Punk police can't tell a nigga shit (can't tell me shit)
Fuck you, bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit (they can't tell me shit)
Bitch-made niggas can't tell a nigga shit (can't tell me shit)
Skanless-ass bitches can't tell a nigga shit (they can't tell me shit)
Punk police can't tell a nigga shit (can't tell me shit)
Fuck you, bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit (they can't tell me shit)