Shit is Real - текст песни
Shit is Real
Featuring Phats Bossi, 2wice Check this out.
*(Yukmouth talking)*
Yes. 2wice. Uh. (What's crackin?) Drink-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot. (Haha, is that right?) And Phats Bossi. Yes. All of my niggas ridaz. Check it.
Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
All of my niggas ridaz. Small time grindas, pimps and big timers. Whether it's heiron or hemp wit China. Or got a bitch on the strip sellin vagina. Shit Is Real. One mo time.
Verse 1 *(Yukmouth of the Luniz)*
Niggas fat Nigga I come down strikin from the clouds like lightnin And smoke the ground Show you how to blow a pound Wit out coughin How to work a Nina Ross wit out walkin Funny style Wit out a half honey child jockin wit out flossin My niggas could peep out what I'm thinkin bout, wit out talkin One look at a crook My nigga book, an then the Tech start barkin Shoot up the whole parkin lot Bullets ricochet apartments Got bitches slangin martian Wit big titties like Dolly Pardon In the projects Dope fiends loose they check, then flip like Martin Walkin down the street butt naked and crack rocks sparkin Startin shit in front of my buildin Here comes the sargent Raid a nigga house, juss some days to pay a warrant That dirty varmit Back to the Regime conglomerate Where the climate Is always sunny for money The small timers Become grindas Escalate to big timers Pimp niggas got bitches trickin vagina. This Shit Is Real nigga!
*(Chorus)* 2x
Verse 2 *(2wice)*
Give us rememory morse Of course Takin no short fa sho Poppin the cop wit glocks Like I'm Tupac Shakur Cuz everyday we high as hell Dope is what we try an sell Nickle and dimes for buyin yayo Til I got lines of clientele Load up yo clip Click-clack Hold up yo shit Get back If ya know ya shit Admitt that Roll up a spliff An hit that Roll up the crib Made a nigga cost mail You tried to post But ya lay 'em in a coffin The boss man Whips up another batch Pick up some other scratch Wit clips and some other straps The 2wice suguest you stop Cuz my loot no share Cuz I invest in glocks How ya shoot that there? I do got playas Pimps slash some hustlas That do got they rapid self Pass them suckels I flip a Tech wit a muffle Greet the flex wit my muscle The Luniz Doin they thing-ama-jig An it must sell.
*(Chorus)* 2x Eh! Shit is real!
Verse 3 *(Numskull of the Luniz)*
Niggas feel that When niggas found at Drink-A-Lot wasn't even found yet When 4, 15's was the only sound check Yo, what happened to the side shows When niggas used to ride those Vet's and 50's To be connected drunkin rhinos When bitches was dusted Sex was like "Fuck it" An no real nigga was ashamed to ride a bucket When shit was goin down
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