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I Can’t Tell
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Jay Rock
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You say he a gangster, I can't tell They say you got hoes, dawg I can't tell Say you got big money, I can't tell n***a I can't tell I can't tell I'm getting money n***a, you can't tell 50 stacks in my pocket from the crack I sell I got b*t*hes, n***a you can't tell See my name on her ass, I blew her back out well Yeah these n***as be killing me, saying they make change Only knots that you got is up in your shoestrings Me and 211, n***a we shoot things Out the Benz on the 10, hogging up 2 lanes Y'all entrepreneurs, thеm haters hate to see it evеry n***a wanna be it Say he got a coupe, but we don't ever see it Only time that he ball, is only on the weekend That boy Jay Rock, you know he stay creepin Behind black tints that he punching on the heater Back to the bricks, where my homies dwell sh*t so swell x2 You say he a gangster, I can't tell They say you got hoes, dawg I can't tell Say you got big money, I can't tell n***a I can't tell I can't tell n***a say he with the business, but I can't vouch Dude ran like a b*t*h when the Glock came out Took 5 to the back when them shots rang out Talkin bout he from the hood, but he don't hang out n***a please, I been banging since Pac came out layed out You know the Bloods on deck, if me and Rock came out Yeah, I hustle up and watch the guap pay out Aye, Blow the whistle, these n***as ain't official Subscribe to the magazine and you can get your issue You know I'm good from [?] to the wood You can ask about me on every block in the hood All pu**y, you n***as like two dykes And know he won't bust a grape in a fruit fight I got a resume in gang bang history Quit lying to them hoes n***a, you a mystery [Chorus: 211]x2 You say he a gangster I can't tell They say you got hoes, dawg I can't tell Say you got big money, I can't tell n***a I can't tell I can't tell Master Kush, Remy Martin and Red Bull I clown n***as in the streets like a damn fool Dope boy sh*t n***a, I get bread too If I was you and seen me, I'd probably hate too 24 inch wheels Cadillac grills Authentic with it, n***a I'm mad real Sit back, let me show you how to stack bills My n***as ballin in the hood, off of crack deals Don't go there, n***a ain't from nowhere Gang banging under false pretense Cause if you don't make dollars, and it don't make sense How you wife that b*t*h and call yourself a pimp? roll my blunt tight I live a thug life, counting money all night Aye, and n***as scared to seen what [?] like Head coach show the players how to ball right x2 You say he a gangster, I can't tell They say you got hoes, dawg I can't tell Say you got big money, I can't tell n***a I can't tell I can't tell
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