Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shit Just Got Real, artist - Die Antwoord. Date of issue: 15.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shit Just Got Real |
| Yeah, haha |
| It’s another one of them old funky Cyprus Hill thangs |
| (Woah, we got a live one here) |
| Everybody wanna be a gangster |
| (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) |
| 'Til it’s time to do gangster shit |
| ('Sup, What you wanna do? Puto make a move) |
| You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy |
| (Yeah- Put up or shut up) |
| Shit just got real up in this bitch |
| (Shit just got real) |
| Sen Dog, the fucking OG |
| Bucket hat low, yo I keep it low key |
| Puffin' yeska shit smell so sweet |
| Big weed cloud smoking up your whole street |
| Cypress Soul Assassins on the creep |
| Where we come from, yeah the Vatos roll deep |
| (?)thick homie don’t sleep |
| Sip, sipping light beer, I don’t fuck with Olde E |
| Ease back, you’re standing too close homie |
| What the fuck you want, homes? |
| You don’t know me |
| Jumpin' right at the speed of light, make you go to sleep |
| Wake up nose bleeding and you got no teeth |
| Everybody wanna be a gangster |
| (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) |
| 'Til it’s time to do gangster shit |
| ('Sup? What you wanna do? Puto make a move) |
| You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy |
| (Yeah- Put up or shut up) |
| Shit just got real up in this bitch |
| This one time me and Yolandi was |
| Driving down the road smoking some herb |
| Through the fucking streets of Johannesburg |
| When I’m zef side I always roll strapped |
| In a matte black Scubie with a matte black gat |
| Subwoofer in the trunk, kicking to the bass |
| Now I got this fuckin .38 stickin in my waist |
| So I pull out my gat and I leave it on my lap |
| On the zef side of town now speeding to the left |
| Stop at the light round the corner from my pad |
| Who’s this knocking at my window? |
| Nigga pointing at my front wheel says I got a flat |
| My window’s real mother fucking black |
| So I can see him but he can’t see me back |
| He put a gun on my window and go tap tap tap |
| So I picked up the matte black gat on my lap |
| And I said 'Yolandi, can you please lean back?' |
| Jy, jou ma se poes |
| Jy’s ‘n fokken naai |
| Tsek, jy gat vrek |
| Ja you gonna die |
| Wat die fok is aan die gang binne in jou kop? |
| Fokkol! |
| Bra, jy’s 'n fokken flop |
| Jy’s 'n brak |
| Ek’s 'n groot moederfokken hond |
| Stywe piele, sit dit binne in jou mond |
| Speak, ma jy kanie |
| Want daar’s 'n piel in jou keel |
| (Shit just got real) |
| Everybody wanna be a gangster |
| (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) |
| 'Til it’s time to do gangster shit |
| (Sup? What you wanna do? Puto make a move) |
| You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy |
| (Put up or shut up) |
| Shit just got real up in this bitch |
| (Shit just got real) |