| Yeah doe, bitch
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| The motherfucking Crestside is up in the building
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| You know we tearing shit up like this, man
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| 'Cause you know, I’m first up to bat
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| I’m gonna start this shit like this here
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| So check it out, Foreezy
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| Now I’mma crack my heem, twist my blunt
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| But you know MD and Sugawolf ain’t know punk
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| Bringing it to ya, kick the really real to confool ya
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| Crestside pound, with style, and I’m the ruler
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| Riggity-rough and tough, strap 4−5's and stuff
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| In that niggity-North Pole is where you’re finding us
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| Do it matter? |
| Nope, we international
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| And boat super spokes while we smashing ho’s
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| From deep in the east or even New York
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| I bet I got that Cali indo to smoke
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| Creeping tailored, talking more shit than a sailor
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| Twisting Backwood blunts can’t fuck with Vega’s
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| Now the ho’s say a Nigga ain’t shit, but I’m raw
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| Sharpshoot a saw, and put the grip in they jaw
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| Now what you thought? |
| We chasing up some
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| Check a trump put that dump with my dump gun
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| Come from the Country Club Creeznest
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| Killer affiliated so I by request
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| A nigga show my tactics
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| And eat up with a little in this here rap shit
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| Well here’s a little something about a nigga like me
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| Young silky, R-O-M-P
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| Super fly lavish, Creesy savage
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| Love Kool-aid, neck bones and cabbage
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| Be in the cut, smoking the chronic
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| Nigga couldn’t see me with a high bionic
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| Drink Micky not Miller, cold cot dealer
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| Got more ho’s then they got in Chachilla
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| Super bad peela, got’s to have skrilla
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| Bitch treat a nigga like I’m a mad killa
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| No man lying incarceration
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| Read to the general population
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| Silky, slim like Penny, smooth like Remy
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| But y’all don’t hear me
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| Pockets so fat that I walk with a limp
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| And I’m doing big things with that Sugawolf Pimp
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| We bout our money, get our paper
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| Snatch these ho’s when our paper stack tall as skyscrapers
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| All you baller haters can’t fuck with the real deal
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| 'Cause the real deal get real skreal
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| And we rolling with out the windmills
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| We bout our money, get our paper
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| Snatch these ho’s when our paper stack tall as skyscrapers
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| All you baller haters can’t fuck with the real deal
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| 'Cause the real deal get real skreal
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| And we rolling with out the windmills
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| Now what if I whip the truck and twist a sack of some of that dosha
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| I’m nothing soldier, fuck with me and I’ll fold ya
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| So trick don’t get it twisted, I spit that potent pimp shit
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| Fuck with an OG pro up on the floor and get your bitch lipped
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| Party like I’m faded, 'cause I be captivating
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| Player haters who hate these players who fly without a cape
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| Now when a soldier skip to the rescue
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| I’m out with a gat in the Crest fool
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| I whip then dip 'cause nigga that’s what the cess do
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| So improve your macking skills, fuck Jack and Jill
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| I’m all about my skrill deal, so these real niggas feel me
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| OG game pumping up through my blood
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| So twist a twap sack and burn it down to the nub
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| We roll on Vogues and thang, it will be to them 15's
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| Keep heat in your seat, clip in your shit, make sure your shit clean
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| Show no fear, call about this here
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| 90's game so I maintain, steady Bogarding like a beer
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| And I swear on purple hair dosha dank that got me buzzing
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| Folks so I know there ain’t no love
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| In this environment, it’s just retirement
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| When folks fuck with that heat and get burnt by the fire, bitch
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| We putting that Country Club Crestside for shows
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| Love to choke, 420 smoke
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| That’s dank, you ain’t knowing? |
| Ride Regals
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| My compadre cuddie, my amigo
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| I’m 24 Karat Bay Area road
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| And 707 is the area code
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| Popping like Jiffy, butter like Skippy
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| Old school like Rodney Allen Ripley
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| Hit me with your wide receiver
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| Million dollar man like that fool
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| Never had a dog that didn’t get down
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| Never had a broad that didn’t kick down
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| Dick down, top notch
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| Double down heels when I tap that ass
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| Making my cash, selling my game
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| I don’t think they know mayne, tell 'em how we swang
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| We bout our money, get our paper
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| Snatch these ho’s when our paper stack tall as skyscrapers
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| All you baller haters can’t fuck with the real deal
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| 'Cause the real deal get real skreal
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| And we rolling with out the windmills
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| We bout our money, get our paper
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| Snatch these ho’s when our paper stack tall as skyscrapers
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| All you baller haters can’t fuck with the real deal
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| 'Cause the real deal get real skreal
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| And we rolling with out the windmills |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Da Real Deal , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album Stupid Doo Doo Dumb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп