[Camoflauge:] Goddamn!



[Hook]

It's that real shit, Huh?

That real shit, What?

That real shit, And you can tell?

Cause flies all around it

It's that real shit, What?

That real shit, Huh?

That real shit, And you can tell?

Cause flies all around it



[Verse]

Man its that real shit (Smell that!)

I bet you won't (inhale that!)

Too long cause its strong like some weed outta ?

Y'all niggaz know what it is

Boy ain't yo mamma told you bout playin with them project kids!

But you don't listen, now yo ass missin

For runnin yo fuckin mouth, and knowin you ain't no competition

I glisnin like diamonds, they rippin up shit when I'm rhyming,

Just like the sun I'm shinin, top of the charts is where I'm climbin

A red light means STOP! I run that shit!

Got niggaz fiendin for some good dope

Gotta come back and get! Another hit of that bomb ass music 

Shit don't love the way I do it!



[Hook: x2]



[Verse]

I'm ragin, cause niggaz hatin, cause we makin, 

Mail out the ass better ask somebody I'm blazin 

Hot like fire nigga , you don't wanna try this nigga!

Picture me rollin like 4 rims and 4 tires nigga!

I'm bad like Michael… Jackson, Jordan, your pick

But any way you look at it I'm still the shit!

My click bringin em' pain! Rapin' the game!

Livin that life! Lovin the fame! 

I'm fuckin your dame! She givin up brain!

You kissin that hoe, when she ain't round I bet you missin that hoe

You better listen (bro!) I'm on a mutha fuckin mission (whoa!)

To get rid of my opposition (Oh!) These niggas ain't no competition (No!)

Ain't on my level, and I ain't even 20 yet

Niggas in trouble, I'm blowin up like a balloon 

And laughin at these clowns like a 3rd grader watchin cartoons.

(Laughs in the background)



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3]

It's that real shit, so feel me, like you feelin a stripper,

Ready to tip her, dick bout to bust out your zipper!

You know Camoflauge, the don, sippin perion

Smoking reefer, ridin round getting my fettin on

See these niggas playa hate me, but its all gravy cause

I PUTS IT DOWN LIKE A SHITTY BABY!

Brought pain to the rap game, just like a 7 in a crap game 

Niggas didn't understand what the fuck was happ'ning

Shit went to sellin out the store like a crack house 

Drought season! Good dope!

Niggas know I'm the ? Get in the booth and represent 

And when I come out nobody go in there for 35 to 45 minutes!



[Hook x3]

[talk till fade]

S in heavy rotation even though we make them

Hits from the streets, Projects, Ghettos and gutters

And them thong wearin broads in the club shakin they buttux

Me, I'm slangin tapes like them hookers slangin they cut up

And just like the freak bitches i'm makin these niggas nut up

So What up (What up, What up)

And just like Trick Daddy say Uh Huh, Okay, Bitch Shut UP!



[Chorus]



From the Jail House to the Crack House niggas Steal my shit

Put an alarm on my lyrics just in case my niggas try to steal my shit

I Spit like text, Good like sex, Pop my Tape in yo deck and u'll be high

like your on EX

Floatin' and shit, cuz I be spittin that potenent shit

Got em' coughin and chokin and shit watch how u talkin and shit

Grill gold teeted out

Eyes all reded out

Head all dreaded out

Kick shit like Jet-Li and Jackie Chan

I fuck over MC's Like they pussy and im dingalang

When I spit these flows i'm out of control

Like a kindergardener diggin in his nose

And wipin the bugers off on yo close

I'm camoflauge man these niggas can't see me

Unless i'm at the mall walkin round drop the top down doin a show on TV

All he talks about is drugs, sex, and violence the black Slim Shady

Don't hate me cuz I put it down like a shitty baby

Ya Smell Dat?



[Chorus]



Look I took my pen and pad

Rolled up every sheet I had

Bust up every gaurd in the car

Rolled up all the weed I had

Lit it, hit it, rolled it remembered it spit it

They mixed it mastered it manufactured Shifted

Promoted, the stores sold it, niggas robbed it and stole it

Hurry up dog pull it off yo tape deck it's too hot to hold it

They got drunk and weeded, ridin' round town in they trunks they beat it

They woofers WHAM WHAM, and they tweeters , Leada Leada

The way a fuck over the track it's like i miss treat it

Help writin a hit's like help fuckin a bitch I Don't Need it.

I'm cool, no ice, das all gravy, No rice

Mr. Rogers wanted me to move in his neighborhood cuz my flows is so nice

Humptey dumptey sat on a wall Peter Piper picked a pepper

Yeah I sat on the curb wit a bag of herb and picked up a bad habit of gettin cheddar

Black beretta Tucked up under my Coogi Sweater

Man I ain't met a nigga yet dat flow betta

Nigga I puts it down



[Chorus]



[Camoflauge]

Ya smell dat

I puts it down like a shitty baby

Ya'l smell dat

Dat real shit

Camoflauge the dog

Stictly for da streets

Nigga i puts it down like a shitty baby

Dat funky shit

Dat muthafuckin real shit, uncut shit, dat 912 shit

Nigga ya smell dat

Savannah Georgia nigga