Daz
Daz - 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