Tekster: K-Rino. Solitary Confinement. I Can't Tell.

[Talking:]
Uh
Y'all should of knew this day was coming
We about to get back G with it in H-Town, man
And all around the world

[Chorus:]
I so confused
I can't tell the dudes from the chicks
I so confused
I can't tell the chicks from the dudes
I so confused
I can't tell the dudes from the chicks
Cause they walking around the city wearing the same outfits

[Verse 1:]
Man I thought you was a thug certified wig-splitter
Now ya with'cha girlfriend picking dresses off with her
If you call yourself a gangsta you might wanna reconsider
Purchasing that pink shirt with them studs and the glitter
Females is getting harder while the dudes getting soft
While he try'na let his hair grow she cutting her's off
If you think you looking fly well that's your interpretation
Meanwhile that tight shirt is cutting off your curilation
You so fly that's it's scary I can't say it no clearer
In the bathroom with'cha wife fighting over the mirror
Y'all done squished the game up foreal tell me what's the biz
Don't no woman want a man who think he cuter than she is
Fools taking bubble bath with aroma therapy candles
And if I see another dude wearing some sissy-fied sandals
Talking bout 'they so comfortable, the air keeps the heat off'
I'm a catch him by himself ambushing and chop his feet off

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
These cats sweeter than Blades man I hope it's just a phase
It didn't even reach this stage back in the El Debarge Jay's
I done let it right too long so now they gots to pay
How you gangsta and you smelling like feminine body spray?
Man I'm tired of all these pretty rappers bragging bout swagga
I'm a tag ya with a Jetta that'll make a bull stagga
If ya son hit'cha process, ya head will properly melt
I can't believe you came around here wearing that Superhero belt
I can't see you feel like it's mescaline I maybe blind
Plus I thought that Jerry-curls went out of style in eighty-nine
Do you dress like this to meet a girl and get on ya jock?
I like Michael Jackson too but ain't no glitter on my socks
For this punk trending in I just got a whole repeat
Why you high made for this like a channel that smoking weed
Born to lead cause I'm bred from a bread gangsta ass G
Straight up OG project of a gangsta ass seed

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Real G's are becoming extant like polar bears
These boys be wearing clothes allot of women wouldn't wear
You is a Rasta mon, bred it up, blow it in da air
Now ya whole head's relaxed telling people it's baby hair
Man I know allot of streets you better never walk on
This dude is in a club with a canary scarf on
With them fly Warden Jeans looking like they from the eighty's
Cell phone rung his ringtone was "All My Single Ladies"?
Yo shirt is lime green, ya shoes is suspect
Ya face is moisturized ya hair passing ya neck
Nothing wrong with getting fly but naw not like these folks
I'm forever wearing sweat-shirts Nike's and black locs
Where you get them shades from, man you elegant as a swan
At a Chinese nail salon getting ya feet done
Some of y'all need gangsta rehab and pimp slapped
Is that a shirt, or a tank-top with two shoulder straps?

[Chorus x2]