Real muthafuking G (Got that) Straight from the streets of the CPT Telling you why real niggaz don't die [Chorus:] I just want to celebrate [2x] [MC Ren] Real niggaz don't
Real muthafuking G (Got that) Straight from the streets of the CPT Telling you why real niggaz don't die [Chorus] I just want to celebrate [x2] [MC Ren] Real niggaz don't
Traduzione: NWA. Niggaz reale Non Die.
and that T, thay play spades with me Devany told me, you boys my homie Cause a real nigga, don't mess with fonies To my niggaz on lock, what's up Pop
own that's tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless Gettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles Ain't a
niggaz have it I've been labelled as a thug nigga Since they don't sell my shit to white folks ship it to the drug dealers And catch a catch a nigga world
kept it wet Cause I'm a pimp but don't sweat And players don't test Now, who the man in the mass? There ain't no reason to ask, I'm just gettin' my cash
and pain, blind by the chain Niggaz can't deny the reign It's a shame when I cock it back And it be like chill, on the real Ain't no stoppin' the black
grill and you know what I'm saying In the Tex, invisible set cut I don't give a fuck, bout a motherfucking slut Keep a bitch with a big fat butt, on
can call up a mob If the price right nigga, I'll take up the job PJ the young nigga, that don't sleep On a late night creep, with a young freak Say I
, playa don't come knockin It's a grown folks party, we don't need no kids and I ain't tryna blow you up, but gurl yo' pussy the sheeeeit! [Chorus w/
cocky, at times laid back, like to keep my fade back A lot of niggaz about to get paid back (HOOOOO!) Because a lot cats that don't like me I guess they
a two minute drill I'm like Hump, from Sucka Free for real Cause none of you chumps, can sucker me with a deal You can't, fuck with me for a mill Even
Tell your moms don't slob on my zipper MC Mr. C, my nigga Spit yaw and pitch like a fly but quicker my nigga [Chorus: w/ new Celeste ad libs] [Canibus
I rhyme a 40, ghetto lunch line Rhyme niggaz that once tried; they bust a nut I'm bustin back Just a short average brother, ain't many mo' left Craven
out We the real Dogg Pound around here We don't hang with sucka niggaz who squares Punk faggots beware We the real Dogg Pound around here We don't hang