Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 14.04.1998
Song language: English
Real |
| Come with me, ain’t nothing changed I’m the same old G |
| Seem like it’s my to shine, like the diamond cut in my grill |
| La da da da da, I’m real |
| You can catch me flipping, and sipping and smoking |
| Up in the turning lane, with the doors wide open |
| We serious bout our habits, we never be choking |
| Catch us chain smoking, and violently choking |
| Why don’t you wanna light up the blunt, that’s in your hand |
| I’ll pat ya with the 4−4, that is for sure man |
| Ain’t no more breaking a leaf, ain’t nothing but that dro man |
| Mess around and get too tipsey, you’ll be on the floor man |
| Popping up, until I feel about as strong as four man |
| We don’t smoke rocks but they are over our hand |
| Remember back in the day, I use to be a poor man |
| Now I’m gifted and sipping daily, with jewelry frozen |
| Uh, they say I’m acting funny, they saying O’s strange |
| They saying no don’t come around, nigga O’s changed |
| Man O tripping man what’s going down in O’s brain |
| Talking down on me, them niggas still ain’t having no change |
| See I don’t really talk it, I just live it |
| I don’t say I’m gonna, I just get it |
| Give a playa the ball, he 'pose to run with it |
| But these niggas rapping gossip, like some dumb bitches |
| Like how he get that Benz, how he get that dough |
| Yeah I got some bread, but wanna get some more |
| See I went from grinding, all in front the liqour store |
| To a made man, I’m top knotch nigga role |
| And you could do it too, this should inspire you |
| To get ya change, get out the game and retire fool |
| Before these streets fuck around, and retire you |
| You saying O ain’t real, you a liar fool |
| Mama say she hate game, but can’t avoid mine |
| She know Vo' ain’t giving shit to a hoe, but hard dick and hard times |
| I’m the homicidal Hitchcock |
| A sex addict and a weed fanatic, so tell me how could shit stop |
| Cause I’m real, ask Ro' I ask hoe how I spill |
| I spit rocks at my grill that’s worth a mill, yeah a million bucks |
| My mouth piece armed with invisible sets and trillion cuts |
| This boy throwed, I thought they told you nigga Presidential code |
| You can see it, when I’m hauling in my load |
| My Escalade, all work no play |
| 23 screens and eight 15's, that’s tucked away |
| So you can, keep watching me and |
| I’ma pop this E man, after ecstasy the desert eagle |
| Followed up with a solo performance, from my HK to all ya people bitches |