I Cant Tell - K Rino

Uh!

Y’all should of knew this day was coming

We bout to get back G wit' it in H-Town, man

And all around the world

I’m so confused

I can’t tell the chicks from the dudes

I’m confused

I can’t tell the chicks from the dudes

I’m so confused

I can’t tell the dudes from the chicks

'Cause they walking around the city wearing the same outfits

Man, I thought you was a thug, certified wig splitter

Now you with your girlfriend picking dresses all griller

If you call yourself a gangster you might wanna reconsider

Purchasing that pink shirt with them studs and that glitter

Females is getting hard while dudes is getting soft

While he tryna let his hair grow she cutting hers off

If you think you looking fly well that’s your interpretation

Meanwhile that tight shirt is cutting off your circulation

You so fly that it’s scary, I can’t say it no clearer

In the bathroom with your wife fighting over the mirror

Y’all have switched up the game for real

Tell me what’s the biz

Don’t no women want a man who think he’s cuter then she is

Fools taking bubble bath with aroma therapy candles

And if I see another dude wearing some sissified sandals

Talking bout they so comfortable, the air keeps the heat off

I’m a catch 'em by himself ambush 'em and chop his feet off

These cats sweeter than glaze, man I hope it’s just a phase

It didn’t even reach this stage back in the El DeBarge days

I done let it ride too long so now they gots to pay

How you gangster and you smelling like feminine body spray

Man, I’m tired of all these pretty rappers bragging about swagger

I’m a tag you with a jab that’ll make a bull stagger

If the sun hit ya process your hair will probably melt

I can’t believe you came around here wearing that superhero belt

I can’t see you fitted like this masculine I’m maybe blind

Plus I thought jheri curls went out of style in 89

Do you dress like this to meet a girl and get on your jock

I like Michael Jackson too but ain’t no glitter on my socks

For this punk trend to end, I just gotta hope and plead

Boy you’re high maintenance like a janitor smoking weed

Born to lead 'cause I’m bred from a gangster ass breed

Straight up OG, product of a gangster ass seed

Real G’s are becoming extinct like polar bears

These boys be wearing clothes a lotta women wouldn’t wear

You was a Rasta mon, dreaded up blowing in the air

Now your whole hair is relaxed telling people it’s baby hair

Man, I know a lot of streets you better never walk on

This dude is in the club with canary scarf on

With them flamboyant jeans looking like they from the 80s

Cell phone rung, his ringtone was «All My Single Ladies»

Your shirt is lime green, your shoes is suspect

Your face is moisturized, your hair passing your neck

Nothing wrong with getting fly, but nah, not like these folks

'I'm Forever' t-shirts, sweats, Nikes and black Loc’s

Where you get them shades from?

Man, you elegant as a swan

At the Chinese nail salon getting your feet done

Some of y’all need gangster rehabbing and pimp slaps

Is that a shirt or a tank top with two shoulder straps