Daz Dillinger

Daz Dillinger - On Some Real Shit songtekst

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Daz] 

I got trees in a Jar 23's on a car 

You can bleed if I star we on the bulevaurd 

Got straps simple as dat hand on the trigger 

need 30 mo' Ohhhhh's to add to these figures 

See my necks so heavy gotta shine up the Chevy 

See ya betta stay wit it or ya gon' get wet 

Stay in the fresh shit new fly kicks 

hundred thousand dolla whip nigga dose dat triiiiiip 

Get cha walk on, throw up ya set 

Yea get it how you livin' nigga rep musik 

Diamonds on my neck diamonds on my wrists 

Just a lil somethin playa yeea money ain't shiiiiiit 

You know the clubs so packed, girls so stacked 

Me and my niggaz smokin chronic in the back 

Got ass so fat, I like it like that 

When she get up all on it I'll beat it from the back.... 



[Chorus] 

On some reeeeal shit 

I gotta be the best 

I gotta stay fresh 

I represent the West 

On some reeeeal shit 

I'm all about the cash 

A bitch wit some ass and some drink in my glass 

On some reeeeal shit 

We don't play no games 

If you talk slick ya betta be prepared to bang 

On some reeeeal shit 

I got mo' bounce than an ounce 

I'll do it to you bad for a large amount 



[Rick Ross] 

It had to be a dope chain 

Started wit the dope game 

All about the cocaine 

Tired of bein poor mayne 

Cracks in a niggaz roof 

Buckets just to catch the rain 

Sellin crack on the roof buckin just to get a name 

Now I'm crack in a roof open up the bentley brains 

No flaws in the stones, iced out urrrthang 

Three colors on a wrist, watch cost anotha fifty 

So So Def D-P-G fuckin on some reeeeall shit 

West coast got the best smoke Miami hoes well known for the best throat 

Miami well known for the best dope 

hit the cell phone now for the best quotes (quotes) 

You see the pretty paint, you see I'm sittin high 

I got a boat mo' the fuck doin 55 (on some reeeeal shit) 

Don't let this 4 puond bang ya 

This Rick Ross and them Dogg Pound Gangstas 



[Chorus] 



[Daz] 

I eat Now & Later, poly seeds, love to smoke a lot of weed 

Kahki shorts, white tees, all blue wilda C's 

Gotta be the best in everything that I do 

Imma real mothafucka (JD-How to fuckin stay trueee) 

I stay away from the suckas mark cowards and bustas 

See I'll put it on yo ass do it like no otha 

On some real shit feel this, Check how I rep dis 

See them niggaz C Walkin or dat A-Town steppin 

I'm so so def so so pathetic 

They see a nigga ballin and they wonder how I get it 

I gotta keep a weapon, for dis typa profession 

Nig incarcerate if you slippin yup anyone can get it 

On the turn fo' payed like the boss that I work for 

Fatty Mazerati and Ferrari and the Lambo, strapped like Rambo 

Clip after clip, yea I love the set trip and love the sured up shit, but 



[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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