You Never Can Tell
Pulp Fiction B.S.O. Lyrics


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You can tell you can tell
How im doing do it well

Got it jumping off the scale
Out here tryna get the mail

You can tell you can tell
How im doing do it well

Got it jumping off the scale
Out here tryna get the mail

Out here tryna check hoe
And I need my respect tho

Fresh maker like some mentos
If you got a mill get ten mo

They don't know what they in fo
Niggas snitching telling info

I just play by the g code
Got it understood thats a 10-4

Still pimpin don't save her
Pappa told me be a playa

Yours told you to be a hater
Super simpin you will pay her

Keep it trill coming from the ville
Black and grey looking like a raider

Made men no tailor
Still Sharpe as a razor

You can tell you can tell
How im doing do it well

Got it jumping off the scale
Out here tryna get the mail

You can tell you can tell
How im doing do it well

Got it jumping off the scale
Out here tryna get the mail

Pay it up pay it up
What you got aint enough

Know im coming for my money homie
Don't be acting funny playing tough

Color rag popping tags
Make me do you bad

Call my brother buck
Know I hang with young ass niggas
Who don't really give a fuck

Trying to get it out the mud hoe
They just showing fake love tho

When you popping everybody round
When you down everybody turn ghost

Teach a lesson hope you learn mo
Get money my only concern so





Hop in the lac let the seat back
She gone blow me like Nintendo

Overall Meaning

The song You Never Can Tell in Pulp Fiction B.S.O. is about the rapper's efforts to get money and respect, emphasizing his reliance on the "g code" and his independence from "simpin" and haters. The opening lines suggest that the rapper is confident and successful, with his activity jumping off the scale. The line "out here tryna get the mail" can be interpreted as the rapper trying to secure his financial situation.


The rapper goes on to express frustration with snitches and informants, making it clear that he operates under a strict code of conduct. He sees himself as a "made man" and emphasizes his toughness through his affiliation with the Raiders, a notorious gang. The rapper also refers to his brother Buck and a group of young, ruthless individuals who are loyal to him.


Towards the end of the song, the rapper hints at his love life, suggesting that he is sexually active and enjoys a certain level of luxury. Despite his aggressive posturing and emphasis on money and power, the rapper appears to have a good sense of humor, comparing oral sex to playing Nintendo.


Line by Line Meaning

You can tell you can tell
I am visibly successful


How im doing do it well
I am doing really well


Got it jumping off the scale
I am making a lot of money


Out here tryna get the mail
I am working hard to earn money


Out here tryna check hoe
I am trying to deal with some problems


And I need my respect tho
I demand respect


Fresh maker like some mentos
I am very fresh


If you got a mill get ten mo
If you have a million dollars, get more


They don't know what they in fo
They don't understand the consequences


Niggas snitching telling info
People are betraying each other


I just play by the g code
I always follow the gangster code


Got it understood thats a 10-4
I am communicating and understood


Still pimpin don't save her
I have not changed my lifestyle


Pappa told me be a playa
My father advised me to be a womanizer


Yours told you to be a hater
Your father told you to be envious of others


Super simpin you will pay her
If you are too nice, you will be taken advantage of


Keep it trill coming from the ville
I am coming from the streets and keeping it real


Black and grey looking like a raider
I am dressed in black and grey resembling a raider


Made men no tailor
I am a successful man without a tailor


Still Sharpe as a razor
I am still very sharp and fashionable


Pay it up pay it up
Give me my money


What you got aint enough
Your payment is insufficient


Know im coming for my money homie
I am coming to collect my money, friend


Don't be acting funny playing tough
Do not try to intimidate me


Color rag popping tags
I am showing off my gang colors and clothing tags


Make me do you bad
This may lead to bad consequences for you


Call my brother buck
I am calling my friend for backup


Know I hang with young ass niggas
I hang out with a younger crowd


Who don't really give a fuck
They aren't afraid or bothered by anything


Trying to get it out the mud hoe
I am trying to start from the bottom


They just showing fake love tho
People are showing fake support


When you popping everybody round
Everyone wants to be around you when you are successful


When you down everybody turn ghost
When you face problems, people avoid you


Teach a lesson hope you learn mo
I am teaching a lesson, hoping you will learn more


Get money my only concern so
My only concern is to make money


Hop in the lac let the seat back
I am getting into my Cadillac and relaxing


She gone blow me like Nintendo
A woman will perform oral sex on me




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Written by: LeDarryl Gaston

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

ilay rodriguez gomes

was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madam
Have rung the chapel bell

C'est la vie say the old folks,
It goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off an apartment
With a two-room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed
With tv dinners and ginger ale
And when Pierre found work,
The little money comin` worked out well
C'est la vie say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono,
Boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records,
All blues, rock, rhythm, and jazz
But when the sun went down,
The rapid tempo of the music fell
C'est la vie say the old folks,
It goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney,
It was a cherry red 53
And drove it down to new orleans
To celebrate their anniversary
It was there where Pierre was wedded
To the lovely mademoiselle
C'est la vie say the old folks,
It goes to show you never can tell

They had a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madam
Have rung the chapel bell
C'est la vie say the old folks,
It goes to show you never can tell

Chuck Berry - You never can tell (



All comments from YouTube:

IamARobot7

My friend danced to this song with his wife on their wedding because they met on a pulp fiction screening :D

R.A.s Reviews

That’s awesome!

Leo H.

That's the coolest thing i've ever heard

Jamie Deakin

And it took him that long to marry her! 😂

Big Kahuna

That’s literally the coolest thing I’ve ever heard!!

ursmarcelus

nice one :)

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Nathan Slay

Pulp Fiction is perfect and one of the best films ever made!! It’s literally a masterpiece from beginning to end

Spark That J

I just watched it for the first time in 4 years. Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs. The 2 movies that really catapulted Quentin T into fame. Thank goodness for these 2 movies they’re so goodn

Kifujin Kitade

Vincent: Nah, I don't wanna dance. I don' t like dancing, I swear to the LORD I do not want to dance!

Also Vincent: starts to dance like freaking John Travolta

Simão Ferreira

And then gets killed by Frank Castle

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