Artist: K-Rino Album: Solitary Confinement Song: I Can't Tell Typed by: DaSun Akbar (K-Rino talking) 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 (Chorus) 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 Cuz they walking around the city wearing the same outfits [K-Rino] Man, I thought you was a thug, certified wig splitter Now you with your girlfriend picking dresses all griller If you call yourself a gangsta 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 fo'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 (Chorus) [K-Rino] 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 gangsta and you smelling like feminine bodyspray 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 cuz I'm bred from a gangsta ass breed Straight up OG, product of a gangsta ass seed (Chorus) [K-Rino] 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 lotta 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 gangsta rehabbing and pimp slaps Is that a shirt or a tank top with two shoulder straps (Chorus) 2x