The Real Thing - Lyrics - Abc

Title: The Real Thing
Artist: Abc
Composer(s): M Fry, M White

Lyric:
It's real, yeah so real, yeah

A mongoose can smile at a cobra
But that cobra will always be a snake
Diamante can shine like a diamond
But you know, like I know that rock will be fake

It's the real thing, the real thing
Nothing but the real thing, it's real
It's the real thing, the real thing
Nothing but the real thing, it's real
It's real, yeah, so real, yeah

You can xerox the Mona Lisa
Deadpan Da Vinci in every detail
Might beat customs on a home made visa
But false papers only gets you in jail

It's the real thing, the real thing
Nothing but the real thing, it's real
It's the real thing, the real thing
Nothing but the real thing, it's real
It's real, yeah, so real, yeah

Life wears a smile on its face
But it comes with a sting in its tail
Make believe fables have their place
But only a fool, only a fool
Only a fool believes fairy tales

I heard all the lies that they'll tell ya
"Phone me, baby, the check's in the mail"
Well, as fantasy, it might please ya
But as the real thing, it does nothing but fail

It's the real thing, the real thing
Nothing but the real thing, it's real
It's the real thing, the real thing
Nothing but the real thing, it's real

So real, it's the, oh yeah, real, yeah
It's real, yeah so real, yeah
It's real, yeah and so real, so real, yeah
It's real, yeah so real, yeah

It's real, yeah so real, yeah
It's real, yeah
It's real, yeah so real, yeah

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Real Enemy - Lyrics - The Business

Title: Real Enemy
Artist: The Business
Composer(s): Kevin Boyce, Mark Stephen Brennan, Michael Fitzsimons, Steve Whale

Lyric:
Reality punk is all together
The real enemy, the real enemy
Fighting each other, it just ain't clever
The real enemy, the real enemy

You've got the wrong enemy picking on a friend
The real enemy, the real enemy
If we don't stand together then this is the end
The real enemy, the real enemy

Today's youth stand together
The real enemy, the real enemy
In your combat or in your leather
The real enemy, the real enemy

There's a cause, a cause to fight
The real enemy, the real enemy
Not each other, we must unite
The real enemy, the real enemy

Fight the real enemy
Fight the real enemy
Fight the real enemy
Fight the real enemy

Banned from the pubs every night
The real enemy, the real enemy
Same old story, will you ever see the light?
The real enemy, the real enemy

Everyone together, now listen to me
The real enemy, the real enemy
Don't fight each other, fight the real enemy
The real enemy, the real enemy

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The Real Thing - Lyrics - Human League

Title: The Real Thing
Artist: Human League
Composer(s): Philip Oakey, Jim Russell, Adrian Wright, Ian Burden, Steve Fellows

Lyric:
La la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la
(La love)

La la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la

She is waiting in the office
For the bell to go
She is thinking of their meeting
Just a month ago

Now she?s running through the people
Everyone's so slow
Now he holds her and he loves her
He tells her so

And la la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la
(La love)

La la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la

By the nightfall they have driven
From the world they know
She's so happy they're together
And their love will grow

And when you feel your chance has come
Who's gonna throw it all away?
And if there's someone left behind
You have to say that

La la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la
(La love)

La la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la

La la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la
(La love)

La la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la

And when you feel your chance has come
Who's gonna throw it all away?
And if there's some poor fool behind
They'll have to say

La la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la
(La love)

La la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la

La la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la
(La love)

La la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la

La la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la
(La love)

La la la
Love is the real thing
(You know)
Love is the real thing
La la la la

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Real Nigga Quotes - Lyrics - One Day It'll All Make Sense - Common

Title: Real Nigga Quotes
Album: One Day It'll All Make Sense
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Douglas Mc Kinley Thomas, Lonnie Rashid Lynn

Lyric:
One two, one two, one two
Yo, I be the Big Illinois, here to build and destroy
I come on your deck, on your set
On your strip, through your borough
Rippin' any muthafucka that steps towards me
Yeah, I got power like floors be, yo, check it out y'all

Real nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free
But this some shit that I wrote, legendary like The Goat
Who got game? Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes
My album, niggaz was expectin', now my water broke
Before it, I was sorta broke
Get the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope

On a curry goat, like flu stokes order coke
You sharp with your rings and chain but you short a rope
At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome
Rappers are like Fox Brown tryin' to get home
Rarely get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone
You can't honor what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get gone

From the wind storm, I've been told the street folklore
Body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for
That provokes war, stand out like cold sores
You claim that you hard but you whole core
George Bush and CIA, you movin' old or
I Wright like Richard for publishing while you sold yours

Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(On the real)

You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
(Down on the real to real)

Chicka-chicka-M-chicka-C-chicka-M and my
People call me Com and collective with prospective
I draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds
Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down
Unless you want to get me skull, askin' me to take my hat off
On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad cough

This Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off
Playin' yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, jones in my bones
To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy
Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin' colonies
Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin' they mahogany

On every rap hook, soundin' like a dog to me
In a reservoir, I flow and go
On and on like Erykah or etcetera
Designated not to make hits but hit home
Out of proportion, hit makers get blown
(On the real)

Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(On the real)

You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
(Down on the real to real)

R and B studs kill me with they hardcore ballads
Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent
I hate to Staple the singers together, but in my head
It's been ringin' forever and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye

Where all you singers booty this and freak me, baby, it gets me
MC's be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz Immature
Wearin' bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob
Bukein niggaz and pullin' broads is the apparent job
(On the real)

Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(On the real)

You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
(Down on the real to real)

Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(On the real)

You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
(Down on the real to real)

Don't front

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Real Women - Lyrics - Underground Kingz - Ugk

Title: Real Women
Album: Underground Kingz
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Chad Butler, Skip Scarborough, Kasseem Dean, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
H-Town women
(This is so soulful right now)
Chocolate women
(This is so soulful right now)

New York, New York women
(UGK)
A-Town women
(Raheem DeVaughn, Kweli)

This is for Chi-Town women
(My real women)
My Midwest women
(My Midwest women)
Down South women, the West Coast women
All of my women

Now bein' King of the Underground's a title I wear with pride
Like my syrup and swisha can't leave without it when I ride
Even though I'm the king of the city where I reside
I wouldn't and couldn't do it without my woman on my side

Sometimes I got it figured out, sometimes I'm confused
I win 9 times out of 10 but now and then I might lose
But no matter the road I choose and how the drama unfold
A playa always got his better half right on his shoulders

She gon' hold me down to the fullest, rainy or sunny
She seen me ball out of control and dead broke with no money
So when the game got funny, she ain't pack up and roll
She help me get back on my feet now man that's way too cold

If you got a down woman wit'chu keepin' it true
Don't try to hate, appreciate her for the things that she do
This dedicated to the dedicated ladies that stand up
If you keep it real wit your man then put your hand up, c'mon

This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)

They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)

This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)

They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)

I'm 'bout to spoil you, show you my gratitude
I love the all of you, even your attitude
Never gonna give you black-n-blues
That's abuse, I'm not that dude
Take it back to when I held yo' hand
And my name became yo' back tattoo

I love the fact that you don't need me to make you whole
Doin' it fast or takin' it slow, you know when to let me take control
And I apologize for puttin' tears inside them eyes
When I wasn't fair didn't compromise
Put you in fear when I told them lies

How I love to dive inside them thighs I love your cockiness
Ain't gonna ask if you roll in rap you know this right it's obvious
I'm an Underground King with a winner down
Queen I'm fin' to let her know
This ain't about bling, this ain't about cream, I never let her go

We smokin' love, you know what's up
This for the real women, that's you? Throw it up
'Cause your man's so focused
You rub your lips lovin' the bub 'cause I open you up
You got my back whether broke or re-up
In the crush limousine 'cause we rollin' up

This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)

They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)

This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)

They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)

Uh, you was down from the get-go
I put it down with them silly hoes
Ridin' tryin' to get the dirty do'
Didn't know what my life was gon' have in sto'

'Til my karma came
And you was right there tryin' to have my thangs
When the chips all fell down
You was the only one I had around

Saved my life when I was 'bout to drown
Girl you my queen, come and get your crown
Now I keep you with the nice thangs
VVS ice blings, 10-karat diamond rings

If I ain't tell you with the biz
Girl you my baby 'til the end
And I'ma treat you like a king supposed
Keep you ridin' Rolls slammin' matchin' do's

This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)

They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)

This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)

They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)

H-Town women
Chocolate women
New York, New York women
A-Town women

This is for Chi-Town women
My Midwest women
Down South women, the West Coast women
All of my women, woo

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It'S All Real - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: It'S All Real
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Krayzie Bone and the bone with my mighty, mighty warriors
With my mighty, mighty warriors

'Cause this is all real, what you see
I said, it's all real, it's just the thug in me

Nigga just because Krayzie quiet speak less
Don't be mistaking my kindness for weakness
Humble but ready to rumble
My violent side I can't deny
I'm like a Jekyl and Hyde, Gemini

Look if you see me quiet
Then I'm plotting to riot why tell me why tell me why
I'm labeled a menace but I like it
Destroy ya paranoia will make me blow you away but hey

Nigga got to close to me and that ain't how it's supposed to be
Nigga want respect but what do you show me you
Playa hate and anticipate the day that you can see me fall
Better act like yo know I'm rolling with Mo posse up

Do damage and manage to wiggle our way out of handcuffs
As we strut as thugs
We must doin' our best to obey god violent in these times
Got to do what you gotta do war till ninety-nine
Slim nigga gotta get up and go and get it if it's really coming

Now I got it and I'ma floor the niggas acting
The safety's off come and get it if you really want it
(Hey, hey, hey)
It's hating baby, they gotta be so cold the gotta be heartless
In certain situations like retaliation

'Cause this is all real, what you see
I said, it's all real, it's just the thug in me

Niggas be keeping it all real, we keeping it all real
With the real if it's real, stay, be real
Niggas be keeping it all real, we keeping it all real
With the real if it's real, stay, be real

We come with nothing but the real thing, baby
Krayzie got nothing but the real thing, baby
We come with nothing but the real thing, baby
Krayzie got nothing but the real thing, the real thing

Baby, now this is the sound of me and my trues
We put this down way down
So now if you hear me releasing some shells
Hit the ground with the quickness lay better stay down on the dark side
Take a look and you'll find true niggas like no other kind
Nigga say fuck the wine indo inside swisher sweet get me high

Ain't nothin', get to nothin', somethin' got to be real
Real, somethin' got to be real
Ain't nothin', get to nothin', somethin' got to be real
Real, somethin' got to be real

I still be thuggin' in the khakis boots and skullies
And since I'm weed, fiend for the green
Nigga gotta make that money man
I still be thuggin' in the khakis boots and skullies
And since I'm weed, fiend for the green
Nigga gotta make that money man

It's real always, it's real always, it's real always, it's real always
It's real always, it's real always, it's real always, it's real always

Last night, IP.O.D'd next to me, ouija, ouija
And I fell in this fucked up state of mind
Slipped in the dream and I see demons telling me it's time to die
Why me I see some niggas they creeping outside my window

I'm ready to bang, bang, bang, aim the 12 gauge pump let my lead go
Give it up for the bloody murda, mo bloody murda, mo, mo
See a nigga when he go through the window
Had to put a bigger hole in his soul
If he get away running out my back door with me sawed-off swinging
Get ready to duck now to the guts buck pap, pap, pow

I claim my thang to slang
(Murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda mo)
Them bloody bodies kill 'em all send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie, insane to the brain

I claim my thang to slang
(Murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda mo)
Them bloody bodies kill 'em all send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie, insane to the brain

Now I know I done did some dirt in my time
'Cause the devil was stressing my mind
Messing with my mind nigga
Bone don't know, every day they lie

Turn to realize that everyday I can do it if I only pray
Maintain, 'cause a nigga was lusting
For money had to get it cause a nigga was struggling
I hit him with the Mossberg, y'all heard about Mr. Sawed-off

Leather face till them lay round, after round, after round
They'll fall down, down
May they lay from the eruption man
We putting them six feet deep, we buck, we bang

'Cause this is all real, what you see
I said, it's all real, it's just the thug in me

'Cause this is all real, what you see
I said, it's all real, it's just the thug in me

'Cause this is all real, what you see
I said, it's all real, it's just the thug in me
...

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Santa'S Beard - Lyrics - Beach Boys

Title: Santa'S Beard
Artist: Beach Boys
Composer(s): Brian Wilson, Mike Love

Lyric:
I wanna meet Santa Claus, the real real Santa
I wanna meet Santa Claus, the real real Santa
I wanna see Santa Claus, the real real Santa
He wants to meet ol' Santa Claus

I took my brother to the department store
He wanted to show Santa his Christmas list
He stood in line and he shook like a leaf
He's only five and a half goin' on six

He said, "Is that really Santa Claus, really really Santa Claus?
(That Santa)
(The real Santa)
Is that really Santa Claus, really really Santa?
(That Santa)
(I hope he doesn't pull Santa's beard)
Is that really Santa Claus, really really Santa?"
(That Santa)
(The real Santa)
Hope he thinks that's Santa Claus

I picked him up and put him on Santa's lap
And then he pulled the pillow out of his shirt
He yanked the beard right on off of his chin
And in his eyes I could see he was hurt

He said, "You're not really Santa Claus, you're really not Santa Claus
(Not Santa)
(The real Santa)
You're not really Santa Claus, you're really not Santa
(Not Santa)
(He shouldn'ta pulled Santa's beard)
You're not Santa Claus, you're really not Santa"
(Not Santa)
(The real Santa)
He's just helpin' Santa Claus

He's just helpin' Santa Claus, the real real Santa
(Helpin' Santa)
(The real Santa)
He's helpin' Santa Claus, the real real Santa
(Helpin' Santa)
(The real Santa)
He's just helpin' Santa Claus, the real real Santa
(Helpin' Santa)
(The real Santa)
He's just helpin' Santa Claus

He's just helpin' Santa Claus, the real real Santa
(Helpin' Santa)
(The real Santa)
He's just helpin' Santa Claus, the real real Santa
(Helpin' Santa)
(He shouldn'ta pulled Santa's beard)
He's just helpin' Santa Claus, the real real Santa
(Helpin' Santa)
(The real Santa)
He's just helpin' Santa Claus

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Z - Real Niggaz - Lyrics - In My Lifetime Vol. 1 - Jay

Title: Z - Real Niggaz
Album: In My Lifetime Vol. 1
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Anthony Dent, Todd Shaw, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggaz do real things, check

We started out makin', small time bacon
Two little niggaz bakin', talkin' 'bout whippin' cakes
Get clothin' and big cheddar, hopin' it gets better
We had no knowledge of this shit, we just was with whatever

In front of your buildin' clockin', thought I was makin' a killin'
Right in front of your children, eightball in my side pocket
They was corrupt too, disrespectin' the fiends I used to
Look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you

In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York
I'm hollerin' Lifetimes', he hollerin' 'Life's Too Short'
Parallel lives and jewels held high
To the Range, to the Rove, get exchanged, for your souls

You know how the game goes, slang to get G's
And speak in Chinese, everybody gains the same dough
Get your shit scarred fuckin' with my sick squad
From Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggaz do real things

So now you own a record label, I got one too
We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew
You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records
On the shelf and on the charts the double deckers

The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me
You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook?
I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways
So I can get paid

Everyday I see the same old shit, I see in the streets
I know you think I'm sellin' keys but I only sell beats
Dopefiend music, it's drug related
You can buy it on the corner, get a radio and play it

It always sounds better when you turn it up loud
Rap music, let these motherfuckers know what we about
I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin' niggaz
It's just like in the streets main, how much you get?

On the road to riches, and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggaz do real things

That's right, I been a hustler for a long time
Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes
I started off with nothing ended up with everything
Now we sip Hennessee in first class on every plane

Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin'
Always see me at the bank and yes I'm goin' again
There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy
Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy

Now peep, how sweet, niggaz lives can get
Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect
Short Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow
I got love for y'all motherfuckers, y'all just don't know

I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's
I like the five speed drops, pop the clutch then go
If you want it, keep ballin', and if you jealous stop
I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac, how real is that?

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggaz do real things

And I'm out, Beyotch, Short Dawg's in the house
Jigga, much love, Short Dawg, get your money main
All the way from the West coast
Uhh, how real is that

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The Real Me - Lyrics - Jaci Velasquez

Title: The Real Me
Artist: Jaci Velasquez
Composer(s): Matthew Gerrard, Jaci Velasquez, Bridget Benenate

Lyric:
People think, I've got it all together
With the show and my sweet, sweet smile
But do they know if I've been happy ever
Pull up a chair 'cause this may take a while
Okay, so here's the thing

I've got my bad days, and some are even worse
I can be a blessing and you know, I can be a curse
I tremble at rejection, I'm scared to be alone
Sometimes I may be selfish, but I always make it home

This is the real me
Am I the girl that you want me to be?
This is the real me
With flaws and fears of intimacy

This is the real me
Can you face it? Can you feel it
Can you take it? Can you deal with
The real me?

So now you see that I am far from perfect
I will fall and I will make mistakes, oh, no
But I am here and this has taken courage
Will you abandon me or will you stay?
(Please stay with me)

I know that I'm demanding and sometimes insecure
I think I've got the answers, but then I'm not so sure
I sometimes need attention a little more than I should
But there is a part of me that would give the whole world if I could

This is the real me
Am I the girl that you want me to be?
This is the real me
With flaws and fears of intimacy

This is the real me
Can you face it? Can you feel it?
Can you take it? Can you deal with
The real me?

Now I've gone and let you in
And I no longer will pretend
Will you please still be my friend?
(Oh)
Will you please still be my friend?
(Oh)
Do you see me now

(This is the real me)
Am I the girl that you want me to be
(This is the real me)
(Real me)

This is the real me
Am I the girl that you want me to be?
This is the real me
With flaws and fears of intimacy

This is the real me
Can you face it? Can you feel it?
Can you take it? Can you deal with
The real me?

This is the real me
Oh, here I am now
This is the real me
With all my flaws and fears

This is the real me
Can you face it? Can you feel it?
Can you take it? Can you deal with
The real me?

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Like A Pimp (Remix) - Lyrics - David Banner

Title: Like A Pimp (Remix)
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Chad Butler, L D B Crump, Wesley Weston, Barry White, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
David Banner

By the time I done got up in the do'
All I wanna see is phatty drop to the flo'
Come and bump it for the balla' name twist'
While I sit in VIP poppin' Cris' and Mo'
Come and kick it with the playa' that get the ass
And the cash by the incredible bulk
Sippin' Hipnotiq and Hennessy
Yeah we call it Incredible Hulk 'cause I gotta' get that butt,
When I'm up in the club, jackin' booties 'til the mornin'
Thinkin' bout it bonnin', realizing, realizing, that I am zonin'

'Cause the guls here look so good
Somebody need to put them in a magazine, and a
My homies got it from the front to the back
With they straps and they magazines
And a baby show me how you do that roll
Make it jump and jiggle 'cause yo' booty swoll
Come over here show me how you pop it and drop it
You know I love when you work that good dick hoe
Get it crunk it's a kinky thing
Baby gul' let me see you fold up your legs like a chicken wing
Figure how you do those kinky things
Slex it if it's a Chi-town head this Mississippi thang

Cars, got to do it, clothes, got to do it
Ice, got to do it, gul' put yo' booty and get yo' back into it
Put a David Banner crack into it, and I bet your system gon' beat
And this is how the Twista spit it to the remix for these freaks

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

All my ladies say,"Oww"
My female pimps the way that you hit the flo'
And makes a sista' pay cash
Bring it back to daddy can you work that ass out, you know me
It's the M I crooked letter, crooked letter, I
Crooked letter crooked letter, I
Hump yo' back, hump yo' back, I
All my gang bangin' dope slangers throw it up, high

Sets up, you could come to the south talkin' smack and get so wet up
Screamin', "Where's my girl?"
Don't worry buddy, she here with us, shakin' and poppin'
Droppin' real slow but she ain't stoppin' nothin' man
She came to get down for the clique
We got cash so we screamin' out "Shake somethin' bitch"
This is yo' song, let me see your dirty thong
David Banner, Mississippi tell them boys that it's on
(Tell them boys that it's on)

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

Y'all know who it is, better believe it's Busta Rhymes
So start runnin' around my nigga
I'm bustin' nigga heads
Instead fill them with lead you better chill
When my runners around, my nigga
I got a lot of bitches playin' with each other in a hotel room
While they rollin' around my nigga
'Cause everytime we in a place every nigga know
Flip Mode gotta' be holdin' it down my nigga

Sick, with a little dro', sick, with a little dough
Sick, with a little flow make you love it a lot
Quick 'cause I gotta' do it and I gotta' rep for the rich
And the little po nigga tuggin' the block
Chicks in the mink sit in the back seat
When I'm on a strip and I roll in the drop
Sip a little bit of yac dip a little
When I whip the Cadillac truck throwing the glock
And we gotta' put it down and

Keep it pimpin' 'til they cannot deny
Just grab yo' bottles and keep sippin', throw your hands in the sky
All of my, people, keep it, goin'
You little sucka' nigga tryna keep it a secret but we blowin' you up
Better get a better grip if you ain't know
That we only messin' with the hoes
Better know wassup, better pour a little yac in my glass
While I'm watchin' my hoes just like a pimp when I'm holdin' my cup
Now watch me pour just a little bit of yac out for my homies
Throw it back out, with a little shorty
Blow her back out, like a pimp, playa

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'

Like a pimp

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Like A Pimp - Lyrics - MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water - David Banner

Title: Like A Pimp
Album: MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Chad Butler, L D B Crump, Wesley Weston, Barry White, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
David Banner

By the time I done got up in the do'
All I wanna see is phatty drop to the flo'
Come and bump it for the balla' name twist'
While I sit in VIP poppin' Cris' and Mo'
Come and kick it with the playa' that get the ass
And the cash by the incredible bulk
Sippin' Hipnotiq and Hennessy
Yeah we call it Incredible Hulk 'cause I gotta' get that butt,
When I'm up in the club, jackin' booties 'til the mornin'
Thinkin' bout it bonnin', realizing, realizing, that I am zonin'

'Cause the guls here look so good
Somebody need to put them in a magazine, and a
My homies got it from the front to the back
With they straps and they magazines
And a baby show me how you do that roll
Make it jump and jiggle 'cause yo' booty swoll
Come over here show me how you pop it and drop it
You know I love when you work that good dick hoe
Get it crunk it's a kinky thing
Baby gul' let me see you fold up your legs like a chicken wing
Figure how you do those kinky things
Slex it if it's a Chi-town head this Mississippi thang

Cars, got to do it, clothes, got to do it
Ice, got to do it, gul' put yo' booty and get yo' back into it
Put a David Banner crack into it, and I bet your system gon' beat
And this is how the Twista spit it to the remix for these freaks

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

All my ladies say,"Oww"
My female pimps the way that you hit the flo'
And makes a sista' pay cash
Bring it back to daddy can you work that ass out, you know me
It's the M I crooked letter, crooked letter, I
Crooked letter crooked letter, I
Hump yo' back, hump yo' back, I
All my gang bangin' dope slangers throw it up, high

Sets up, you could come to the south talkin' smack and get so wet up
Screamin', "Where's my girl?"
Don't worry buddy, she here with us, shakin' and poppin'
Droppin' real slow but she ain't stoppin' nothin' man
She came to get down for the clique
We got cash so we screamin' out "Shake somethin' bitch"
This is yo' song, let me see your dirty thong
David Banner, Mississippi tell them boys that it's on
(Tell them boys that it's on)

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a pimp

Y'all know who it is, better believe it's Busta Rhymes
So start runnin' around my nigga
I'm bustin' nigga heads
Instead fill them with lead you better chill
When my runners around, my nigga
I got a lot of bitches playin' with each other in a hotel room
While they rollin' around my nigga
'Cause everytime we in a place every nigga know
Flip Mode gotta' be holdin' it down my nigga

Sick, with a little dro', sick, with a little dough
Sick, with a little flow make you love it a lot
Quick 'cause I gotta' do it and I gotta' rep for the rich
And the little po nigga tuggin' the block
Chicks in the mink sit in the back seat
When I'm on a strip and I roll in the drop
Sip a little bit of yac dip a little
When I whip the Cadillac truck throwing the glock
And we gotta' put it down and

Keep it pimpin' 'til they cannot deny
Just grab yo' bottles and keep sippin', throw your hands in the sky
All of my, people, keep it, goin'
You little sucka' nigga tryna keep it a secret but we blowin' you up
Better get a better grip if you ain't know
That we only messin' with the hoes
Better know wassup, better pour a little yac in my glass
While I'm watchin' my hoes just like a pimp when I'm holdin' my cup
Now watch me pour just a little bit of yac out for my homies
Throw it back out, with a little shorty
Blow her back out, like a pimp, playa

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'

Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'

Like a pimp

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Welcome To The Real World - Lyrics - Abc

Title: Welcome To The Real World
Artist: Abc
Composer(s): Martin David Fry, Mark Andrew White

Lyric:
I was a rich man, I was a thief
I was a sailor, shipwrecked on a reef
I was a coward, I was afraid
I was courageous, man, I was brave

Until the oceans dry
Until the day you die
Until the stars fall out the sky

Welcome to the real world, baby
Welcome to the way things are
Welcome to the real world, darling
Step on for shangrila

Welcome to the real world, baby
Paradise guarantee
Welcome to the real world
Come and see what we?ve bequeathed

I was an angel, idolized
I was a devil in a disguise
I was a stallion, I was a mule
I was misguided but nobody?s fool

Until the oceans dry
Until the day you die
Until the stars fall out the sky

Welcome to the real world, baby
Welcome to the way things are
Welcome to the real world, darling
Step on for shangrila

Welcome to the real world, baby
Paradise guarantee
Welcome to the real world
Come and see what we?ve bequeathed

The day that I was born
Daddy placed me on his knee
Said son you?ve got to be
A better man than me

You?re inheriting the world
Make your mark on history
Welcome to the real world
Be what you?ve got to be

Welcome to the real world, baby
Welcome to the way things are
Welcome to the real world, darling
Step on for shangrila

Welcome to the real world, baby
Paradise guarantee
Welcome to the real world
Come and see what we?ve bequeathed

Welcome to the real world, baby
Welcome to the real world, darling
Welcome to the real world, baby
Welcome to the real world
Come and see what we?ve bequeathed

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Real Hip-Hop - Part Ii - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: Real Hip-Hop - Part Ii
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Sharrief Kariem Bouchet, Stanley Griffith, Tommie Hooks, Lawrence Parker

Lyric:
They not ready
Set it off, South Bronx
Set it off, check it

The real hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop is over there
The real hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop is over there

It's a demo, it's a demo, it's a demo, it's a demo
Steppin' out the Limo, KRS-One, gettin' in you
From the get-go kiddo throw 'em out the window
Flip 'em like a nickel, peep the hottest single
He'll sink them like the SS Minnow

That same kid that rocks the Benz, rocks the Pinto
Watch my signal, I rock the rap game like Nintendo
Hey diddle, diddle, get played now like a fiddle
I watch you wiggle in front of the audience that was fickle

Now, you can't make a nickel, the sour pickle you are
KRS-One, ninety-seven superstar
I got one thing to say and let me make this clear
Everywhere, now, throw your hands in the air

The real hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop is over there
The real hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop, throw your hands in the air

Yo, been rockin' rooftops, knahmsayin'?
Internet', yaknahmsayin'?
KRS, vandalizin', yaknahmsayin'? With the Mic Vandalz
Boogie Down, Uptown, yaknahmsayin'?
It's dope, check it out

When I ain't doin' a show or bringin' all the money in
Or at the studio, or home studyin'
I'm checkin' out Funkmaster Flex on cassette
As he wrecks turntable sets with many subjects

Huff now that's the Blastmaster connects, the larynx
To a high-tech mic set, you get what you get
Tech and Sway, index of singles is complex
On Technics sets, he wrecks, collects a fee next

While you rejects practice, suffix and prefix
Hip-hop I reads it and mark your album incompleted
I seen it, saw it, back in eighty-five
Platinum rappers, yo that can't rock live
Their mental facilities, lack the ability
For lyric agility battle? You're killin' me

The real hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop is over there
The real hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop, throw your hands in the air

The real hip-hop is over there
The real hip-hop is it over here?
The real hip-hop, yo, it's over there
The real hip, now throw your hands in the air

Throw your hands in the air
(Get loose now)
Throw your hands in the air
(Get loose now)
Throw your hands in the air
(Get loose now)

Aiyyo, I'm breakin' in this rap thing, I've been waitin'
Ready for the world, rude like awakening
Homo sapiens, [Incomprehensible] rock every stadium
Scholars and players, here to Las Vegas
Embrace the papers, land of money makers
Brothers hate us 'cause the brothers ain't us

Yo yo, from coast to coast I'ma overdose you and BDP you
And Kris-Kross your mind, wouldn't wanna be you
A Uptown thing, world premier
Throw your hands in the air, baby, it's on

How many MC's wanna get they rep torn?
From Joe to Cage and mics in my juvenile days, I abuse
The mic get lifted, the crowd gets amused
I got next, you lose

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The Real Thing - Lyrics - Real Things - 2 Unlimited

Title: The Real Thing
Album: Real Things
Artist: 2 Unlimited
Composer(s): P Bauwens, Phil Wilde, Jean Paul De Coster, R L Slijngaard, A Dels

Lyric:
It's the real thing that makes your body swing
Open your ears for the techno rap sing
Back on the track, no my name ain't Jack
You try to criticize, so now step back

I traveled the world all round and round
Make a lot of heads go upside down
If it ain't rough, no, it ain't no thing
Just let yourself go 'cause you're rolling with the real thing

We're going for the real thing
Go, go, let yourself go
Go, go, let yourself go
Searchin' for the real thing

Do this, do this
Come on, come on
Do this, do this

No more waiting, anticipating
We're searching for the real thing
No more waiting, anticipating
We're going for the real thing

I select the thoughts and need from people's minds
Combine it with my own style, I ain't blind
One of a kind make sure I'll find
A way to gain and win 'cause it's the real thing

The music flows, I lay these rhymes
Time for some action 'cause it's about time
Pay close attention, are you out, are you in?
'Cause if you roll, you're rolling with the real thing

Searchin' for the real thing
Do this, do this
Come on, come on
Do this, do this

We're going for the real thing
Go, go, let yourself go
Go, go, let yourself go

No more waiting, anticipating
We're searching for the real thing
No more waiting, anticipating
We're going for the real thing

And we're not gonna stop
Until we reach the highest top
We don't need, to stop
We'll keep on searchin' till we drop

Tadadap, the real thing, yeah
Give me the real thing

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let yourself go
Let yourself go

Go, go
Go, go
Go, go

No more waiting, anticipating
We're searching for the real thing
No more waiting, anticipating
We're going for the real thing

And we're not gonna stop
Until we reach the highest top
We don't need, to stop
We'll keep on searchin' till we drop

Go, go
Go, go
Go, go

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The Real Life - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: The Real Life
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

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Lyric:
Suzanne divorced her husband
She got the keys to the car and the home
But her friends were really his friends
No one stops by to see her much anymore

So one night she goes back down to the old haunts
That once upon a time were her own
She didn't know nobody out there no more
And the whole experience just made her feel so old, she says

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle-aged that don't mean
I want to sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life, I want to live the real life

Jackson, Jackson, was a good kid
He had four years of college and a Bachelor's Degree
Started workin' when he was 21
Got fed up and quit when he was 43

He said, "My whole life, I've done what I'm supposed to do
Now I'd like to maybe do something for myself
And just as soon as I figure out what that is
You can bet your life, I'm gonna give it hell with

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle-aged that don't mean
I want to sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life, I want to live the real life

I guess it don't matter how old you are
Or how old one lives to be
I guess it boils down to what we did with our lives
And how we deal with our own destinies

But something happens when you reach a certain age
Particularly to those ones that are young at heart
It's a lonely proposition when you realize
That there's less days in front of the horse
Than riding in the back of this cart, I say

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle-aged that don't mean
I want to sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life, I want to live the real life

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
I want to live the real life
I won't sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life, I want to live the real life, I want the real life

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone

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Ain'T Nothing Like The Real Thing - Lyrics - Duets - Elton John

Title: Ain'T Nothing Like The Real Thing
Album: Duets
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Valerie Simpson, Nickolas Ashford

Lyric:
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing

I got your picture hanging on my wall
But it can't seem to come to me
When I call your name
I realized it's just a picture in a frame

I read your letters but you're not here
They don't move me, they don't groove me
Like when I hear
Your sweet voice, whispering in my ear

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing

I play my games of fantasy
I pretend I don't see reality
I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me

I got some memories to look back on
Though they help me when you're gone
I'm well aware
Nothing can take the place of you being there

No other sound is quite the same as your name
No touch can do half as much
To make me feel better
Let's stay together

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing

I'm so
So glad we got the real thing, baby
So glad we got the real thing
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real, real, real thing

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Real Estate - Lyrics - Live At The Fillmore (Live) - Cypress Hill

Title: Real Estate
Album: Live At The Fillmore (Live)
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Lawrence Muggerud, U Reyes

Lyric:
You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator
Seekin' to find the toys, with no flavor

See I'm talkin' about those whose vocals ain't comin' off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course
Some go nut, the power of the last one
Slower, flower, blower

Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
'Cause he needs a G when you listen to the vocal
I'm not a loco but I'm lookin' just 'til punk go, oh
Now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill
Step off! You know why?
This shit is all about boo-yaa, 'cause I said step off!

This is the crime you find you're not an exponent
Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it
Now you're wishin', fishin' you could do this
But on the strength, yo, I think you knew

This was just like a dream
When you supreme, the king of a minor ?
All for 47, [Incomprehensible] eleven
Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven

Weak ducks, duckin' and buckin'
Sayin' "Fukkit", ain't worth damn pay the ducats
From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it
So go 'head, talk your punk shit

Suckers, you're nuttin', you'll like a train stoker
Crack smoker, can we adjust we choker
Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker
Another fly verse straight from the deficit
Another scripture of B-Real, yeah, get funky, real
This is the Lower Eastside of things
You know what I'm sayin', Cypress Hill

You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it
Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-b-boyment
I won't, 'cause yo, I got a lot of what I gotcha
Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of

Everythin' you know, still you can't do no
Damage or duel though aiyyo, 'cause our crew now
The Real is the sport and you can see this
G-ness dialogue, of the real skiers

I ain't nuttin' like a joke, get stoned, get smoked
And choke off, the hypes I cook off
The dialectic, funk-elistic
Chew slower or become another statistic

Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

Yo, I told you to keep down brother
The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin' G, wake up Hill
They gotta keep goin' back to the old school
So they keep goin out, 'cause they're just not real
Ha yeah, that's right fool

Yes the master pass, kick your ass
And feel combustion, for the dope blast
'Cause you're steppin' on my property, get off it G
Get caught up, then you get shot up

See, violators will be prosecuted
by the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted
Not so, no there's no sellout
You ain't got enough ducats to shell out

Well, I'm in front, and yo, I feel great
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate

Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G
Don't come on the Hill, that's right
Get off the real estate, get off the real estate
Get off the real estate, get off the real estate

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Trigga Play - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Trigga Play
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
I?m bout that trigga play nigga I ain?t stuntin' you bout two
You can get busy you know the choices is on you
I come through your areas to burry you
I slow you down take your Rolex with the bezel too

The B.G. a B D off V L
Tips on the creek rang choppers like a church bell
I armed nigga and backed up by click niggaz
That's trigga happy don?t give a fuck bout killin' niggaz

We killin' haters with tommy guns spillin' haters
The ghetto made us slangin' is how we get our paper
Pull off capers an original thug taper
Got riches handed over nigga before I erase ya

You want my troubles I don?t believe you ready for it
But I?ll bring it to you if you insist you ready for it
You want beef I?m dramatized on paper
You makin' me sleep cause I?m bout that trigga play

B.G. bout trigga play
B.G. bout gettin' funky any day
B.G. bout spittin' 50 out A K
On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the

B.G. straight duckin' feds
On the real B.G. bout bustin' heads
On the real B.G. towin' chapters
Look in the sky flyin' by it?s helicopters
(On the real)

Picture I hang words with a nigga off the other side
Can?t underestimate him so I?ma grab my shit and ride
Wayne drive do a pull up and I?ma bust
Wicked plus after that business is a must

My [Unverified] know him he wanna fuck so she can get it
She on the phone with him, nobody home with him
Got it goin' in right I know he keep his chrome with him
I?m squeaky yeah I?ma hit him in his dome nigga

His enemy ain?t with nobody stillin' me
Thats why you never catch me without my ?tilary
I keep a Nina if not I keep a fifth beamer
Once the drama on I ain?t waitin' to cap a p bra

Snake for jake blood for blood I?m with it ain?t no love
Anybody slip and they get slid
I ride or die I play it raw thats the way I?m raised
Spray for spray nigga I?m bout that trigga play

B.G. bout trigga play
B.G. bout gettin' funky any day
B.G. bout spittin' 50 out A K
On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the

B.G. straight duckin' feds
On the real B.G. bout bustin' heads
On the real B.G. towin' chapters
Look in the sky flyin' by it?s helicopters
(On the real)

It's on again I gotta grab my chrome again
Some nigga trippin' I gotta upset a home again
I?m spankin' niggaz after a wait they momma be faintin'
I?m yankin' niggaz in any given situation

No mouthin' off I bring the blues to the weak
Nigga what you wan? do I?ll tear down both sides of the streets
In the U P T on the up and up niggas get killed
In the U P T on the up and up shit really get real

You slangin' coke if anything be ready to accept it
'Cause you?ll have those checks comin' and B.G. will intercept it
I like that I play the game raw nigga
Let's take it far nigga you bout that warfare nigga

On the backstreet it?s me in a black ram truck
Head huntin' woo thee tryin' to jam a nigga up
I?m on a grind for mind to get it how you feel
I?ma stunt nigga it?s all about that trigga play

B.G. bout trigga play
B.G. bout gettin' funky any day
B.G. bout spittin' 50 out A K
On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the

B.G. straight duckin' feds
On the real B.G. bout bustin' heads
On the real B.G. towin' chapters
Look in the sky flyin' by it?s helicopters
(On the real)

B.G. bout trigga play
B.G. bout gettin' funky any day
B.G. bout spittin' 50 out A K
On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the

B.G. straight duckin' feds
On the real B.G. bout bustin' heads
On the real B.G. towin' chapters
Look in the sky flyin' by it?s helicopters
(On the real)

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