Lil' Flip - Can't U Tell lyrics

[Talking] Ay I know alot of y'all n***as wonderin', haha Is this n***a doin good? (yup) Is this n***a really ridin spinners? (yup), hah I tell them n***as man - can't you tell a n***a 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 n***a can't you tell Oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well [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 a** 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 n***as bang Screw We ride candy paint n***a 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 j**elry 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" [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Gudda] Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, f** it I'm a throw some bows Hit the bar and get bent and go and f** some hoes I'm this b**h actin wild you know how Gudda do it I got my pistol on my hip incase I get into it n***as drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk' Now he drunk and he think he the "Incredible Hulk" Uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this b**h Then the police gon'come and drag me out this b**h.... (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 f** 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 f** 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, sh** I'll still put a b**h 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 b**h 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 - f**in G representer of the dirty But I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me [Chorus]