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Lyrics: Intro Comp-ton Comp-ton Comp-ton Real muthaf***kin g's... Real muthaf***kin g's... Real muthaf***kin g's... Verse one Hey yo doctor, here's another proper crack And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper And let that real sh** provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc And you'll get smoked and i hope that yer fans understand When ya talk about playin me, the same records that ya Makin' is payin me Motherf*** dre Motherf*** snoop Motherf*** death row Yo, and here comes me left blow 'cuz i'm the e-a-z-y-e, and this is the season To let the real motherf***in g's in, ya like a kid ya Found a pup and now yer dapper, but tell me where the f*** ya found ya found an anorexic rapper Talkin 'bout who ya go squabble with and who ya shoot You're only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots Damn e, they tried to fade you on dre day But dre day only met eazy's pay day All of a sudden dr dre is a g thang, but on his Old album cover he was a she thang So nigga please, nigga please don't step to deez Motherf***in' real g's Yo dre, what's up? *bang* Yo dre, what's up? *bang* Now take it to the rapper, claimin to be dapper then The dresta, smoother then a bi*** but dre's a rollin Gangster, ain't broke a law in yer life, yet every time you rap You yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look And the nigga, and you'll capture the fact, that the bas**** is Simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slang And the mental, of niggaz in compton, wattz, and south central Never ever once have you ran with the turf, yet in every verse you Claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness To your f***in work, so ya never had no buiness, so Save the drama jerk, niggaz straight kill me Knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to You studio gangsters,see i did dirt, i did work, so Many niggaz can vouch that, so since i got stripes I got the right to rap about that, but niggaz like you I gotta hate ya, i'm tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about They comin from projects Knowin ya ain't seen the parts of the streets g Think ya tryin bang around the time of the peace treaty Wearin khackis and ya mob while ya ryhme, little f** Tried to sag, but he's gettin flooded at the same time, And ya set don't accecpt ya, so ya scared to kick it with yer homies 'cuz ya know they don't respect ya, so nigga please check Nuts before ya step to deez, motherf***in real g's Verse three Well, it the knocc out, definition orginal baby gangster Approach me like you hard, motherf***er i'mma bank ya Shank ya, with my f***in shank, if i havta Dr dre an snoop dogy dogg are f***in actors Pranksters, studio gangsters, busters But this time yer dealin with some real motherf***ers G's, nigga please, don't try to step Because if ya do, and i pill cap is all that would be left See, young niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin, Claimin my city, but dre you ain't from compton Niggaz like ya'll is what i call wanna be's it aint sh** compared To real motherf***in' g's Funky is this track... Yo dre, what's up? *bang* Yo dre, what's up? *bang* I never met an og who never did sh** wrong Ya tried to dis the eazy-e so now nigga it's on you And ya doggy dogg, think yer all honk and sh** Both of you bi***es, can come and suck my doggy's d*** Beatin a bi*** don't make ya sh**, but then agian some niggaz Think it makes a man, damn it's a trip How a nigga could switch so quick from wearin lipstick To smokin on chronic at picnics, and now ya think yer bigger But to me you ain't nothin but a bi*** ass nigga Who ain't worth a food stamp, but at Deat row, i hear yer gettin treated like boot camp Gotta follow yer seargents directions, or get yer ass Pumped with a smith and wesson, learn a lesson from the e Stay in your place and don't step to real motherf***in g's Yo dre, what's up? *bang* Boy ya should have known by now.. Yo dre (what's up?) *bang* Boy ya should have known by now... Yo dre (what's up?) *bang* Boy ya should have known by now, eazy duz it More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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