Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Realist, artist - I-20. Album song Self Explanatory, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
The Realist |
| I’m the realest |
| The realest nigga |
| The realest nigga |
| I-20's in the building, set it off and get it cracking |
| I got something in the truck, to get the crunk and start the action |
| Keep 'em popping, I’m a pop it, where ya crews at? |
| (crews at?) |
| Oh yeah you riding clean but nigga where ya shoes at? |
| (shoes at?) |
| I said I put this on my momma, ain’t no hoe in me nigga |
| I keep it loaded just for drama, let it go in you nigga |
| And I ain’t scared of none of y’all, talking gums with you white |
| Yeah you packin', but you actin', shootin' nothing but dices |
| Now, who the realest down south?, spittin game with that speech |
| These niggas recognize my face and keep they name on the street |
| Oh you been waitin', you been hatin', you can’t breathe now (breathe now) |
| Shit, we been cookin for a while, its time to eat now (eat now) |
| You tell these ballin' muthafuckas that I’m blocking they dreams |
| I’m top five, dead or alive off one sixteen |
| And this twenty talking to you nigga neva forget |
| And since y’all a bunch of pussies, you about to get wet, bet |
| I’m the realest |
| The realest nigga |
| The realest nigga |
| It ain’t easy, but I do it like its nothing to me |
| Now everybody talking greasy but they frontin' to me |
| Oh yeah you down to move a pound, where ya weight at (weight at) |
| I got a deal just off a verse and niggas hate that (hate that) |
| After the show, pull ya hoe, make her leave with the clique |
| Disrespect, cause an effect of pimpin' a trick |
| While you was on her, you was hoping, we would fold up and quit |
| We on tour, pullin whores every city wit hit |
| Then that yak get the flowin', DJ play the record |
| If you know you ain’t swaggin, time to head for the exit |
| Cuz I’m fiendin' for the top, I can taste that (taste that) |
| I know you down to cut me shawty, where that face at? |
| (face at?) |
| Don’t ever play the dealer, nigga try and get smoked |
| My niggas chop a brick in half and call that shit diet coke |
| And it’s the hardest shit going, nigga leave it ain’t that |
| I-20s in this bitch, and that shit is a wrap, Lets Go |
| I’m the realest |
| The realest nigga |
| The realest nigga |
| Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out Shawty) |
| Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out Shawty) |
| Its time to dig into ya chest, I been waiting for a minute |
| Know you heard about my vest, you can’t wait to get up in it |
| If ya girl is into singing then its no prob (no prob) |
| But I don’t care if she can blow, I want a blow job (blow job) |
| Push the seat way back, while a pimp ride slow |
| With a short dog 'Lac, gone off Hydro |
| Playboy 2−0, shoot a grand on a stripper |
| And she down to fuck us all, and give a damn if we tip her |
| Cuz this the big league and you all street shooters |
| And ya shoots going go, so the heat’s going through ya |
| If you ain’t down to make a stand, you get laid down (laid down) |
| That just the way these niggas livin gin the A-Town (A-Town) |
| Throw ya side up high, let the people know you repping |
| Any zone, any hood, any block, any section (come on) |
| I’m the streets first choice, when its come to who’s realest |
| Eastside, A-Town, I-Dub, you feel it |
| I’m the realest |
| The realest nigga |
| The realest nigga |