Can’t U Tell

Lyrics

[Chorus: Murphy Lee] Can't you tell that i came from the dope game? [Verse 1: Pitbull] My father was heavy in the dope game I'm talking early 80s, you know them coke days At a tender age, I was breastfed cocaine That was my first intro to the dope game Grew up watching Tony Montanas in real life It's only right I wanted to be Tony in real life At 14 I started selling weed, moved on to acid, LSD My mom found a stash and flushed, the whole thing Oh shit, now its time for a plan B, caught my first 8Ball at 120 Broke it drown and flipped it for 3 Did it a couple times, flipped OZs From there, I was on my way keys Got saved by the rap game, and that was it for me Man I came from the dope game [Verse 2: Red Cafe] Yeah, dope game raised me I've been getting money since the 80s While my hoes tryna tame me I was making sure some fool paid me While rap guys tell fiction I'm in the courtroom beating the conviction' I play hard in Detroit like a piston (what else?) My weed bags be chunky, call it Lipton Lipton, homie what it be like Sit the pot in the ice so it freeze right Take the cookie out, put it on the bounty I'm from the go-game, homie kings county (what else?) Master criminal activity Flatness squeeze, clack, clack willingly Credit card scams, i bust checks on 'em Anything to get green like the jets on 'em [Verse 3: Hot Rod] I swing bars like dope, blow My 16s be the Os, my flow be the coke Money ain't green even though i got soap The trap house looking like a ski slope (damn) Money, that is my wife Put a ring on my wallet and guard it with my life (my life) You see the coup, the products in the muffler Call me Larry Flynt, jack I'm a hustler (ha ha ha ha) When it comes to this shit I'm a monster (what?) And when it comes to this shit you win an Oscar (an Oscar) Welch ass nigga you's a Simp (Samp) Me, I'm a pimp, leg's fine but I limp Got cane, candy red rain (what?) Jay got Beyonce, I settle for Celine (yeah) Cash heavy gotta move it with a crane (crane) My bread crazy, bank account insane (yeah) [Chorus: Murphy Lee] Can't you tell that i came from the dope game? [Verse 4: Trazz] When Trazz on the track it's certified crack Baggie hit the streets you can watch your money stack Rap's like the crack game, now I'm in a trap Pay me 30 stacks, see your money double back, uh My 16's come out doper than codeine (what?) One verse from Trazz, get you bigger than protein (yeah) Music b-boy, beats i destroy Flip my style and watch the pockets key lord Whether rap or crack all the same (same) Heroin flow, got it running through my veins Stay in my post while they fiend for a dose And see my product travel all the way down the coast Oooh, It's like a virus, they got to try this I love the green you'd swear I was Irish I write my bars and sell them by the jars (jars) The fiends here can't get enough, like El DeBarge, know why? [Chorus: Murphy Lee] Can't you tell that i came from the dope game? [Verse 5: Murphy Lee] Now you can A-town stomp or you can rock away But when I was hustling I never gave a rock away They say St. Louis raised me, certified 80s baby Been through a lot of shit for months, like a pregnant lady All I remember is crip and blood differences Some niggas made it out but others we remember them But on the better note know we all getting money now My past was no joke but everything funny now I'm talking stress-free Bentley's, Nestle's Mr. What-the-hook-gone-be (Murphy lee!) that's me Spending all money, sometimes on your honey Taking turns for me, she making that to-go money I'm glad I'm smart enough not to do a lot of stuff Never had to prove that the young dude was hard enough Even though I came from the city where I came from Moves made all around me but I ain't saying nothing [Verse 6: Jay Rock] Can't you tell that I came from the dope game 150 grams of soda mixed with cocaine The iron chef, I whip it up in hell's kitchen (tell 'em) Shit it's all in the wrist, boy I'm nice with it Get a coffee pot hot, drop some ice in it Take it out, chop it down, put a price with it Frank Lucas had the blue magic I'm like Freeway Rick, I move traffic I'm a hustler baby, fiends tryin' talk me down I'm like fuck you, pay me Funds got bigger, guns got bigger The block got dry then we robbing them dealers Connect come through, then we at it again Cooking pies, do or die, but we at it to win Got goons that'll bust, tell 'em where and when Wide city dope boy, I got money to spend Motherfucker! [Chorus: Murphy Lee] Can't you tell that i came from the dope game?