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Westside Boogie - Tell Me Lyrics

10 s Translations РусскийTell Me Lyrics[Intro]
Yo, yo, uh

[Verse]
Don't tell me when I lose, uh, tell me when I win, uh
Don't tell me where I'm at, nigga, tell me where you been, whoa
Tell me you won't never tell me sucka shit again, uh
Tell me to stay in and tell me not to overspend
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me work on all my habits
Tell me to relax, but tell me when I'm bein' passive
Don't let me get no pass, make me own up for my actions
Don't tell me 'bout my love if you can't tell me how to match it
Tell me, tell me that she fuck with me
Tell me she won't cheat on me
Tell me that she got me, shit, I swear she tell me anything
Tell me that you over us, tell me she ain't into me
Nah, you ain't gotta tell me, I can tell just by your energy
Tell me get the shit that I ain't never understood
Tell me how to fix the hood if I ain't never in the hood
Tell me when I'm doin' wrong, but tell me when I'm doin' good
You ain't gotta tell it all, my nigga, tell me what you could, uh
Wish I could tell you to live your life different
I gotta watch what I tell you, I can't be dry snitchin'
So this the part where I tell you my past
Haunted, been livin' off bad judgement
Lost my will and it turned to crash dummy
Mama sent me on this dark path, she tried to go re-route it
She sent me to this church, she looked for purpose and I found it
In the city they call Compton, ain't know murder was around it, uh
Never seen a gang, but shit, I heard a lot about it, uh
I ain't seen no street that said ''Jesus'' on it
Painted in his image, we put graffiti on it, uh
I wish I had a father that could tell me to never bang
But I cling to this neighborhood, like that nigga that never came
'Cause I ain't tryna tell you live your life different
I gotta watch what I tell you, I can't be dry snitchin', shh, uh
You tellin' me my pastor gone protect me?
You tellin' me I tell 'em that I'm Christian, they won't press me?
Is your ties beneficial? Is your guys really with you?
If your time come and get you, will they slide and avenge you?
Is your pride finna hit you? Do you hide every issue?
Is you finna tell a lie and say you'll try and pretend to?
'Cause ain't nobody tell me that I hate this shit
And that the shit ain't about the music, but relationships
The buried pain under my soul only tainted it, uh
If you ain't married to the cause, then don't engage in it
I spent days in it, I ca'-...they can't fuck with me
I told 'em I want all the smoke, somebody humbled me, uh
Has your talent been matchin' your work ethic? Uh
Would you drop what you value for turned records?
I learned better, 'cause I done told it all
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