BJ.. Mr. Kant Tell Me Nothin!!!

la laaa la wait till I get my money rightI had a dream I can buy my way to heaven When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace. I told God I'd be back in a second, Man It's so hard not to act reckless. To whom much is given, much is tested, Get arrested, got some chilli, get the message? I feel the pressure, under more scutiny, And What I do? Act more stupidly. Bought More Jewlery, More Louis V, My momma couldn't get through to me. The drama, people suing me, I'm on T.V. talking like it's you and me. I'm just saying how I feel man, I ain't one of the cosbys I aint go to hillman I guess the money should've changed him, I guess I should've forgot where I came From.[hook] la laa lala wait till I get my money right la laa lala then u cant tell me nothing right[Chorus] Excuse Me, is you saying something? Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing. Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing. Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing.Let up the suice doors. This is my life homey, you decide yours. I know Jesus died for us, But I couldn't tell you who decide wars. So I parrallel double parked that mother fucker sideways Old folks talking bout back in my day But homey this is my day. Class started 2 hours ago, oh am I late? [ Can't Tell Me Nothing lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ] You know I already graduated And you can live through anything if Magic made it.They say I talk with so much emphasis, OOOO They so Sen-Sa-Tive. Don't ever fix your lips like colligen Say something you gon end up apologizing. Let me know if it's a problem man, Alright man, holla then.[hook] la laa lala wait till I get my money right la laa lala then u cant tell me nothing right[Chorus] Excuse Me, is you saying something? Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing. Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothingLet the champaigne splash, let that man get cash, Let that man get pass. You don't needa stop to get gas, If he can move through the rumors, he can drive off of fumes How you move in a room full of nose? How you stay faithful in a room full of hoes? Must be the pharoahs, he in tune with his soul, So when he buried in a tomb full of gold. Treasure. What's you pleasure? Life is a, uh, depending how you dress her. So if the devil wear Prada, Adam Eve wear Nada, I'm in between, but way more fresher. But way less effort, cause when you try hard, That's when you die hard. Ya homies looking like "Why God?" When they reminice over you, my god!