| On the scene back again with the mothafuckin’grip
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| 93 was the year P-Dog came rippin’shit
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| Bouncin’out the belly of the beast
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| And still the same nigga
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| That was hollerin': Fuck peace!
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| But check it out, it’s the same old thing
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| Cause now the year’s 94
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| And ain’t a damn thing changed
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| Niggaz still droppin’dead like flies
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| And i’m still lookin’for a way
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| To make us raise
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| I impose that I still hate the devil
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| (That's right!)
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| And I’m a mothafucka
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| That’ll take your ass to the next level
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| Straight guerrilla in the mist to the end
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| (Yeah, and put it in the mix again!)
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| Yeah, now better listen why…
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| Yeah! |
| Right back at you once again in 94…
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| P-Dog, righterous…
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| Back up in you with another mothafuckin’bomb…
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| And we kickin’the real…
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| So anyway I’ma do it this time
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| So you wanna hear
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| Specially designed for your mind and soldier’s ear
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| Cause niggaz nowadays just shoot
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| And fuckin’with the crew
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| Will get your ass peeled like fruit
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| And everybody wanna be a Gee
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| The same sick house nigga mentality
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| Please, fuckin’with them fake fairytales
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| Nigga, i don’t trip cause I still kicks the realiest shit
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| So please back on up, I’m lettin’off
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| Representin’Allah and I’m raw
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| Cause I’m god
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| So I hope you’re listenin'
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| What I’m kickin': It’s real
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| (Yeah, I keep’em comin’with the shit you fear)
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| Yeah, you better check it why?
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| Yeah, fear no evil, fear no man…
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| Shouts goin’out to all those fake-ass wanna-be…gees…
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| Just break it on down…
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| Paris, I’m hopin’goin’on the hill… the hill…
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| Paris, I saw you standin’strong again… again…
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| So I’m still comin’on with this
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| (Still comin’strong with shit)
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| Shit that’ll make ya brain come up wake up Regonize that it aint nothin’but a thang
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| To see a nigga lockdown, underground or in the sweep
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| And you aint never gonna take me out cause I…
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| (…roll up mothafuckas and i’ll break you down to side!)
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| Yeah, so keep your eyes on this
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| Fuck what you heard
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| (And watch the devil get served!)
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| Yeah, so now you know…
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| Scarface records, Paris…
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| Still hittin’you with the righterous shit…
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| The funky shit…
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| In the name of Allah…
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| And it aint gonna never change…
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| It don’t stop…
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| It don’t never stop…
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| So back your devil-ass sob off me…
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| And let me get my field…
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| Power, yeah!
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| Paris, I’m hopin’goin’on the hill… the hill…
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| Paris, I saw you standin’strong again… again… (2x)
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| Yeah! |
| Right back at you in 1994: P-Dog…
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| Guerrillas in the mist with the black fist…
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| And it ain’t never gonna change! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Real , by - Paris. Song from the album Guerrilla Funk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп