Lyrics:
thing I've lived by
And it's so real"
A little "G" to the "H"
"E" to the "T"
"T" to the "O"
Now tell me what you see
I'm just ghetto
I'm just me
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
I'm Dan Wayne, bring the major pain-pain
Candle-light, falsified, fish fried, gang gang
All I know is A-B-C-D-E-F-G shit
When I'm with the chopper,
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
You're my B-E-S-T F-R-I-E-N-D you and me
My N-I-G-G-A, yeah that's bae
N-I-G-G-A, yeah that's bae
She's a bad one not a fast one
Everytime we
SOMETHING REAL VARIOUS KEYS
Words and Music by Hope Kemp for Hope Kemp Music, 2017 Page 1 of 2
From “Hoping for
Lemme put you on
Smoke another
Got you nuttin' in the (Uhh, yeah)
Yeah we blowin' packs by the
And shawty rated
G-O-R-G-E yeah uhh (Uhh, uhh?
First
the hell)
Devil by the pale moon light bet you wanna take a dance (don't you)
Take a chance with your life messing with that CHHK clan (boy)
Hook
Real lyrics
[E.S.G.]
It's E again, baby
A nigga mashing, for his motherfucking ends baby
You see me flossing, in a brand new Benz baby
And I been known to go exactly
D I E
I got big thoughts in me, I'm a different breed
Just a young nigga turning B I G
I Pray to G O D
I wanna get this money till I D I E
I got
E.S.G. | City Under Siege | SUPER STAR | Wreckchopped & Screwed | Chopped and Screwed | Featuring Devin The Dude and Double D
(*talking*)
Ah
Yeah, I sit back and ask myself
A question, y'know what I'm sayin
Nigga who's the G
Is it him, is it me
Who's the G
Is it him, him or me
I
Ren back for the 9-5
They say real niggaz was dead
But this nigga be alive
So I'm puttin' it down wit that nigga E uh-huh
For all of my niggaz in
foreign y no es Teck
No soy de Medallo, pero estoy Blessd
Glock 42 y no es de Sech
G el SUV y el jet
Vola'o en el G5
Esto e' Louis V, no Levi's
I said shit real
I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass'
Do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel? Revolver with the spin
(island power)
Certi giorni il sole non ti scalda mai abbastanza
Domani è un'altra giornata
Ho sono real bloods by my side, by my side
Ho solo real
money, chronic, clothes and weed
Look, you fuckin with some real O.G's
Bitch, please! Now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dough
'Cause a nigga like a dope fiend, can't rehabilitate
Still we stickin' to the G Code, we playin by the rules
We don't fuck around with new niggas, 'cause
my heart and see my home and you see
A little G to the H e to the T
T to the O now tell me what you see
I'm just ghetto i'm just me
Now when I'm
Old Cars, Jobs, and babies by Duane Miller, Paul Leegard
C G
Grandpa’s
if you see what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by G's
If you owe me, and we got beef
I recommend you reach for your
to let him see how
A real motherfuckin' G
Can turn into murderer with just one switch
Die for your ugly-ass bitch
Now you're put to rest and
There's no
Semtex, 279, Dr. Wax, Jason Eavre, HMV, Envy
What up, Envy? Get Real, Flex, Funk Master, Flex, yeah (Violet)
Can't forget E-Nyce, (Eric Lowe), the entire
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