[Intro]
Yeah, you got Celly Cel back in this mutha$#&@a
Once again, you know

'Bout to drop this soul playa %#@! on y'all
You know, nothin' but that realness
Can ya feel this though

Yeah.. Gonna ride wit ya ^!$$% 'cause it's goin' down

They say break yo'self or make yo'self

So I said $#&@ it, bought a glock so I could take myself
Through all this soft %#@! a ^!$$% face as a youngsta
Loc'ed $$# ^!$$%s made that hillside a monster

OG's hoopin' at the school house & shootin' dice
In & out the pen, real ^!$$%s might ? nice
Made this hog get the brew

Made me hit the weed
Eatin' at the ho house
Moms know a ^!$$% kill

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 & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house

Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell and spread rumors
Boxin' toe to toe & everybody in a circle

Sockin' mutha-$#&@as 'til they eyes turn purple
Ain't no set trippin', no jumpin', it's just 1 on 1
Fools throwin' thangs to the end

Back then, it was fun
No gunshots
No need to hit the floor

But after shool
The whole city woken up
Let's hit the park fool

To see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game
^!$$%s was down there cuttin' up or throwin' thangs
Chasin' 5 off for hot dogs & fries (*##$

But back then, you still couldn't tell a ^!$$% %#@!

1 - (Can't tell me %#@!)

(*##$ made ^!$$%s can't tell a ^!$$% %#@!
(They can't tell me %#@!)
Skanlezz Azz Bytchez can't tell a ^!$$% %#@!

(Can't tell me %#@!)
Punk police can't tell a ^!$$% %#@!
(They can't tell a ^!$$% %#@!)

$#&@ you (*##$ - you can't tell a ^!$$% %#@!

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Got a little older, now the park is a joke
'Cause all the ball players out there slangin' dope

Some of my ^!$$%s is on grimmies, but I didn't slip
Ain't that a (*##$, you can't tell a ^!$$% %#@!
So I mind my own, find my home

Now I'm in the zone
Behind Farmers in the alley, gettin' my money on
Had 10 dollas & JB gave me the other 10

Bought a breakdown, now I'm Gone With The Wind
Brakes with the ???, ounces & QP's
The half ki's, now I'm sellin' weight to the G's

Hit Oxford Street, spent a grip, now I'm ready to go
To Hogan Hoctors, it be (*##$es at the talent show
And for all & hoop games had hoes

Hilail & Hogie, you know it was on fo' sho'
Reece $$#ists & Redge with the Tamahawk ? up
Then the whole town, mobbin' down to the waterfront

^!$$%s in Granadas, Cougars & Mustangs
Stars & Volvos
Nobody $#&@in' with them ? thangs

Me, G-Roc, JB & Lil' C-Mo
Puffin' on indo
Splittin' 4 double O Z's

Young G's 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 ^!$$% %#@!


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Made it to a G, but ain't no love in my city
Now we set trippin', all these fools actin' %#@!ty

^!$$%s wanna reel me in, but didn't know
When you $#&@in' wit the big fish, you $#&@in' wit a funeral
No more toe to toe
HK-44's
Now what they know about the mutha $#&@in' murda shows

Strap on my right hand side, in the Bay area
%#@! is gettin' scarier
^!$$%s are ???
$#&@ the bird, I'm the ^!$$% bailin' ? early
Trigga happy ^!$$% wit a head fulla Shirlies, on

Christian brothas in ???
Or drinkin' hurricanes wit my ^!$$%s in da click
So deep, I can't call it
Spend about a million dollas at the liquor store
I'm just an alcoholic
40, Water & Legit put me on the map

Got my foot in the door, now I'm givin' up dank
Sick wit his last job, my 9 to 5
The %#@! I used to dream about is how I survive
Lifestyle of a mack
Funk for life
Some Heat 4 Yo' Azz
Them Killa Kali ^!$$%s blast and smash

Without a murda weapon or a witness
Too many ^!$$%s in yo' car, risky business
They turn snitches
Break down & have the po-po's at yo' front door
And all real ^!$$%s know
Who rides sucka-free, on the solo
When you empty the clip, they can't tell a ^!$$% %#@!


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