Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gettin Real Buck, artist - Gangsta Blac. Date of issue: 11.11.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gettin Real Buck |
| Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| It’s kind of hard to keep a fuckin' mil |
| If yo' name ain’t Holyfield |
| Kick back in the MC resident |
| Countin' dollar bills |
| Make me kick in a liquor store |
| Stop in get a Tangaray |
| Peel a chin in the wind |
| Ballin' hittin' the freeway |
| Ain’t no slippin' in the street |
| Five-O on my ass gee |
| Three car deep after me |
| Ballin' down through SPV |
| Gangsta' man still the same |
| Clear me as you see me pass |
| Holler when I holler, time to dip up in another past |
| Rip it up, open it up can I get a Newport? |
| Pass me one, thank you, sir |
| Got your whole ankle short |
| Ya-da-yo givin' shouts |
| Steve in Bone taught me that |
| Straight from the Bounds, lay it down |
| If they cool with Gangsta Blac |
| All my nigga’s gettin' buck |
| Bet this on my D-Zick |
| Throw the mic, 'cause I’m so hype and |
| Hoe this just beginning |
| Bury shit, fuckin' hoes, ain’t that the way it’s supposed to go |
| Fuck 'em slow, let 'em know |
| Time to hit the dirt hoe |
| Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Wassup to all them people’s rumours |
| That’s been said 'bout folks from Ana |
| Creepin' through the back with a fuckin' gage |
| Ready to ram and jam ya' |
| All these fuckin' slugs up in yo' ass |
| If I up and find ya' |
| Mouth, full of lit firecrackers |
| Star spangled banner |
| Reassess pieces on yo' body |
| Hittin' them bitches watch 'em drool |
| Jack be nimble be quick but, Jack he ain’t no damn fool |
| Hoe you must be high downfall |
| For the nigga, De-De gone with yo bad self |
| Hoe you need to fuckin' quick |
| Ain’t no drunk lookin' good |
| Ain’t no killer I wish I would |
| I buck down all you lemon |
| Put them jackets on my neighbourhood |
| Cock my nine, feelin' fine |
| In case the run they mouth |
| Wassup bitch is you mad, cause we from the South |
| To you, motor mouth suckers, come in get some of this |
| Nosiness, wig split stay up out my business |
| Ride 'em up Escalade, down to the mighty sky |
| To ya' hoe, see ya hoe in hell cause it’s time to die |
| Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Ain’t no fuckin' simple man |
| Take no bullet for no nigga |
| Trick you must can’t understand |
| Hoe how the fuck you figure |
| Not with all that reppin' shit |
| Not with all that Football shit |
| All about roastin' a bitch |
| All about makin' it rich |
| Hood Rat mean’s a group of hoes |
| Slurpin' on yo nut sac’s |
| Sac’s of weed is what I need |
| To keep my brain on this track |
| Chu-Chu watch me choke as |
| I blow out a cloud of smoke |
| Hypnotize civilize, got dope hold it though |
| Time to find my nigga, let me ride in yo' Pontiac |
| Funk it up, or ride in the white Chevy with the bumpin' back |
| Fuck you, bitches, this for girls and plenty niggas |
| Fuck killer realer we grip hands on the trigger |
| Yo nine grip my dick, nigga I don’t give a shit |
| Paul in lil' man got my back, two nigga’s you can’t deal with |
| Bustin' through the crowd like a crash |
| Dead in yo gut, now my nigga’s deep |
| Gettin' real buck |
| Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |
| Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck |