Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Real, artist - Paris. Album song Guerrilla Funk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk
Song language: English
It's Real |
| On the scene back again with the mothafuckin’grip |
| 93 was the year P-Dog came rippin’shit |
| Bouncin’out the belly of the beast |
| And still the same nigga |
| That was hollerin': Fuck peace! |
| But check it out, it’s the same old thing |
| Cause now the year’s 94 |
| And ain’t a damn thing changed |
| Niggaz still droppin’dead like flies |
| And i’m still lookin’for a way |
| To make us raise |
| I impose that I still hate the devil |
| (That's right!) |
| And I’m a mothafucka |
| That’ll take your ass to the next level |
| Straight guerrilla in the mist to the end |
| (Yeah, and put it in the mix again!) |
| Yeah, now better listen why… |
| Yeah! |
| Right back at you once again in 94… |
| P-Dog, righterous… |
| Back up in you with another mothafuckin’bomb… |
| And we kickin’the real… |
| So anyway I’ma do it this time |
| So you wanna hear |
| Specially designed for your mind and soldier’s ear |
| Cause niggaz nowadays just shoot |
| And fuckin’with the crew |
| Will get your ass peeled like fruit |
| And everybody wanna be a Gee |
| The same sick house nigga mentality |
| Please, fuckin’with them fake fairytales |
| Nigga, i don’t trip cause I still kicks the realiest shit |
| So please back on up, I’m lettin’off |
| Representin’Allah and I’m raw |
| Cause I’m god |
| So I hope you’re listenin' |
| What I’m kickin': It’s real |
| (Yeah, I keep’em comin’with the shit you fear) |
| Yeah, you better check it why? |
| Yeah, fear no evil, fear no man… |
| Shouts goin’out to all those fake-ass wanna-be…gees… |
| Just break it on down… |
| Paris, I’m hopin’goin’on the hill… the hill… |
| Paris, I saw you standin’strong again… again… |
| So I’m still comin’on with this |
| (Still comin’strong with shit) |
| Shit that’ll make ya brain come up wake up Regonize that it aint nothin’but a thang |
| To see a nigga lockdown, underground or in the sweep |
| And you aint never gonna take me out cause I… |
| (…roll up mothafuckas and i’ll break you down to side!) |
| Yeah, so keep your eyes on this |
| Fuck what you heard |
| (And watch the devil get served!) |
| Yeah, so now you know… |
| Scarface records, Paris… |
| Still hittin’you with the righterous shit… |
| The funky shit… |
| In the name of Allah… |
| And it aint gonna never change… |
| It don’t stop… |
| It don’t never stop… |
| So back your devil-ass sob off me… |
| And let me get my field… |
| Power, yeah! |
| Paris, I’m hopin’goin’on the hill… the hill… |
| Paris, I saw you standin’strong again… again… (2x) |
| Yeah! |
| Right back at you in 1994: P-Dog… |
| Guerrillas in the mist with the black fist… |
| And it ain’t never gonna change! |