Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep It Real , by - Lil' Rob. Release date: 04.06.2007
Song language: English
Keep It Real |
| Wacha, there’s a difference between fact and fiction |
| Pay close attention, do more than listen |
| Hear what I’m telling you all these vatos be telling it |
| Claiming that they be having it |
| But really they ain’t having shit |
| Fuck all that bullshit that shit is kid shit |
| Keep talking shit bitch that’s what your skill is |
| Fools are ridiculous just don’t know when to quit |
| Can’t spit like I can spit straight up immaculate |
| Talented handle it Simon ey I’m a man that did |
| Feel so cold leave you frozen stiff like a manikin |
| Crazy like the bay that they named after a pelican |
| From pellet guns to Semi autos to automatic guns |
| Not having funds to having funds to having fun in Cali |
| Sun I love convertibles dog I had to have me one |
| You might know me from cruising around in my Cadillac |
| Two pumps in the trunk the batteries on rack ten switches on my lap |
| (Lil' Rob)(Chorus) |
| Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills ese |
| A lot of you vatos don’t know how it feels to keep it |
| Real ese I do what I do when I do it |
| I’m keeping it real when I do it |
| Unlike you did, everything you did was stupid |
| Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills ese |
| A lot of you vatos don’t know how it feels to keep it |
| Real ese I do what I do when I do it |
| I’m keeping it real when I do it |
| Unlike you did, I don’t wanna do what you did stupid |
| (Lil' Rob) |
| A lot of you vatos take a long time to bust a rhyme |
| And to Hit the ol' drawing board and take some more time for real |
| Homeboy I ain’t never heard nothing weaker |
| I can’t believe that bullshit be coming out the speaker |
| Its like who heard you and told you that you were good? |
| They lied to you, you can’t rap but they said you could |
| Why, would they do that, now look what they done did |
| Made a shit talker out of a young, fucking dumb kid |
| I know where I’m from, I know what I’ve done |
| I know what it takes to be number one |
| You vatos cross the line all the time by dropping the |
| Dime Your questioning, I’m answering before your asking it |
| I know what I said whatever I said homeboy I’m backing |
| It I’m backin it, while you’re a lying fucking sack of shit |
| Chronic shit? |
| Got a big ol' fluffy fuckin sack of it |
| It’s no accident when I’m packing it, relaxing it |
| Kicking back and shit I loss my mind |
| I loss the time where’d it go |
| I don’t know, lost track of it |
| (Lil' Rob) |
| San Diego, city I was brought up in |
| Home of Donovan, car hoppin and bomb droppin |
| I’m getting numbers while I’m dragging bumpers |
| Scraping it up, Juice, I think I’ve got more than |
| Enough In fact I think I got a little too much but never |
| Enough Living life so rough and so tough I pick up the mic |
| Sabes Que? |
| I’m sick of the mic, I’m sic on the mic |
| Your sounding like a bitch on the mic |
| I’m sick of my life and still kick the shit that you |
| Like Probably get myself a six-pack and just kick it |
| Tonight I’m tripping tonight feel like straight out picking a |
| Fight Get wickie wicked tonight drug driven tonight |
| I’m going out of my head like little Anthony |
| Back in the days when he had tears on his pillow |
| Weeping like a willow it’s Lil' Rob esse breaking it |
| Down Gangster oldie no mistaking the sound no mistakes are allowed |