Tytuł: Do you really

• Wykonawca: Eightball
• Wyświetleń: 241

  
   [Eightball talking]
  Yeah it's time to get crunked up in this bitch
  You know what I'm talkin about
  Yeah.. Eightball & MJG, for my real niggaz
  Layin it down ("Eightball, MJG") for all my real niggaz
  Yeah.. ("Eightball..") Uhh.. ("MJG..")
  Let's get it crunk up in this bitch ("Eightball..")
  Where ya at? ("MJG..")
  Where ya at huh? Where ya at huh?
  Where ya at? Where ya at huh? .. ("Eightball, MJG")
  This for all them.. real gangsta-ass nigga
  Yeah.. for all them real, gangsta-ass bitches
  Yaknowhamsayin? My brothers gettin money out here yaknowhamsayin?
  ("Eightball, MJG you know we can't be touched")
  Real underground lovin muh'fuckers ("Eightball")
  Get the club buck ("Eightball, MJG you know we can't be touched")
  Yaknahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah..
  
  [MJG]
  MJ, G up in yo shit like some toilet paper
  Get fresh wit me nigga I'ma spoil it later
  You'll float backside up in a swamp of gators
  Then youse a snack-sized nigga, formerly a hater
  
  [Eightball]
  Heavyweighters, street poetry creators
  Double-barrel blast for you pimp game perpetrators
  Cain't touch us, I know you wanna be us
  Fake-ass rappers can't fuck wit what we bust
  
  [Hook]
  WHOA! - Do you really wanna get crunk?
  HEYY! - Do you really wanna get buck?
  WHOA! - Do you really wanna get crunk?
  HEYY! - All my players, all my gangstas
  WHOA! - Do you really wanna get crunk?
  HEYY! - Do you really wanna get buck?
  WHOA! - Do you really wanna get crunk?
  HEYY! - All my hustlers, all my grinders
  
  [Eightball]
  Roll through, one deep, heat in the waistband
  Jealous-ass niggaz might try and touch a made man
  Crazy rap fans, followin my rap van
  Wanna get a hug, wanna shake a playa hand
  Smoke somethin, I'm a fiend for the sticky green
  My whole team keep it clean like a pinky ring
  Hardcore like a scene in Cabrini Green
  Plenty green get a young nigga anything
  Excursion, Escalade with the big rims
  Denim suits, soulja rag with my gold Timbs
  Poppin pills like a nigga eatin M&M's
  Shoppin deals at the table wit the best of them
  Leave the rest of them, way in the back
  Weak-ass rappers get smoked like a sack
  Fat Boy did that, didn't nobody help me
  MJ to the G
  
  [MJG]
  Do you really wanna get buck?
  Then tell the truth, I don't give a fuck
  Each day is a blessin, I'ma live it up
  Put ya best South fit in the cleaner
  (Da-da-dun-da-dunnn) Hit the horn like Leana
  I never seen a, party crunker than the one I'm in
  Bitch pullin contest we done won again
  We hit the scene all the women start swarmin in
  I feel like I died, went to heaven and born again
  Pimp tight, MJ fuckin G
  Deathwish meant for anybody touchin me
  I'ma hit the dancefloor with a attitude
  Who's the killer now? Tell me who's the badder dude?
  Who's the one who ain't afraid to let the bullets fly?
  If you know you ain't gon' use it, why you pull it why?
  Do you really wanna kill me and do time?
  And leave ya kids and ya girlfriend left behind?
  
  [Hook]
  
  [MJG]
  Do you really wanna hit the sauna, with some bitches and marijuana?
  Sailboats offa the beaches of California
  Getcha game tighter as a fist and the ice that's on it
  Y'all ain't crunker than us, ghetto performers
  Street roamers, still keepin the heat on us
  Corner on a nice day, nigga just thought I'd warn ya
  Eightball and MJG, we the buckest
  Dope shit nigga, roll us up in the Duchess
  
  [Eightball]
  One of the hardest niggaz that you will ever meet
  Two of the hardest niggaz to bust over beats
  It's all real, never fantasy or incomplete
  Incomplete emcees just can't compete
  Hear defeat, I'm elite when I grab a sheet
  Grab a pen and compose what my life hold
  Fuck what a nigga stole I'ma still roll
  Fifty deep, fifty feet from you weak hoes
  
  [Hook to fade]