Can’t Tell Me Nuthin

[Intro: Mac Dre and The Mekanix]
What is it?
Yeah
I'm in the garage with the Mekanix!
The Mekanix
Getting something fixed on, bitch!

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
Wait a minute, homie, you don't know me
I really think you're barking up the wrong tree
You ain't the one...and we I ain't the two
Plus, I'm tired of funkin, don't make me shoot
I don't poop, I shit on niggas
And got a crew full of cuddies to get on niggas
You better get on, nigga...poof, you're gone
Before you be the next I dookie on
Got Gucci's on, tomorrow...Louie
Cuddy, I'm shitty, real poo-pooey
I'm real Ragu-ey with extra sauce
I'm wacking niggas, they can't catch the boss!
Cause I'm a winner, you beginner
I'll put you on a plate and eat fake for dinner
I know you hate the spinners...when I pull up
Cause you lazy in the game, nigga
Red poured up!

[Hook: R.O.D.]
In case you didn't know, every single day you can see me check dough
Riding through the hood and I'm sitting on something
Bad lil bitch can't tell me nothin, but it really ain't nothin
I'm just a nigga with some money
I'm just a nigga with some money, girl
I'm just a nigga with some money
I'm just a nigga with some money

[Verse 2: Keak da Sneak]
East Oakland in me
Smoking and drinking Remy
Poke em right in her chinny
Sitting on all my pennies...until they turn greenish
Yadadameanish, yadada fiending for
All in, fall in, or shut my mothafuckin door!
Piece gleamin, watch glisten, make the kids listen
Pay pussy, get fucked, punk, cut the bitchin
Hubble from the cubble want a 10 speed, imagine that?
8 Lops PS on my mothafuckin fitted cap
It's a rap and I ain't talkin bout Popper Stoppers
Look at your chopper, rrrraaaatttt!, move up on our pier
Keep the Glock and lil daddy in a tube sock
At my shows, all my folks call me 30 Drop
It's a rap and I ain't talkin bout Popper Stoppers
Look at your chopper, rrrraaaatttt!, move up on our pier
Keep the Glock and lil daddy in a tube sock
At my shows, all my folks call me 30 Drop

[Hook: R.O.D.]
In case you didn't know, every single day you can see me check dough
Riding through the hood and i'm sitting on something
Bad lil bitch can't tell me nothin, but it really ain't nothin
I'm just a nigga with some money
I'm just a nigga with some money, girl
I'm just a nigga with some money
I'm just a nigga with some money

[Verse 3: J. Stalin]
Livewire cloaks, my nigga, you see me fitted in em
Fresh denim, 500 for the sweater
Fuckin with a Livewire, it don't get no better
Sitting on the cheddar, bitches say I'm getting tall now
Higher than an airplane and I ain't never coming down
These niggas hate me now
I got my own sound
But I ain't trippin cause this bitch want me to take her down
I stay strapped, say hello to my lil buddy
What you hollin'? I'm just a nigga wit some money
I put it on the nightstand in all hundreds
Fuckin with me, I need that GFE
Cause it ain't nothing to a nigga stacking his celery
"Hello?" Yeah, I hear the money calling, nigga
Somebody tell me Ray Charles can see you balling, nigga
"Hello?" Yeah, I hear the money calling, nigga
Somebody tell me Ray Charles can see you balling, nigga

[Hook: R.O.D.]
In case you didn't know, every single day you can see me check dough
Riding through the hood and i'm sitting on something
Bad lil bitch can't tell me nothin, but it really ain't nothin
I'm just a nigga with some money
I'm just a nigga with some money, girl
I'm just a nigga with some money
I'm just a nigga with some money

[Outro: R.O.D.]
Yo, yo
Uh
Uh, hey
Woo, woo. woo
Ay
Ay