Lyrics:
a connection to organise the draw
Cos he gave me three ounces and a photo of Roger Moore
He told me a story about a bird he shagged
He took for a spin in a car
real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
[Daz]
Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up
gon take me deeper
Put my heart up in her freezer
She give me a fever
Got me sipping by the liter
Sip too much and have a seizure
She the real grim
and stop pretending
Real Connections usually
Never have an ending
Why are we so defeated by a moment
Been a minute since the last time we've spoken
I'm not
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen
ain't beatin'
Never beaten by you
It's DVD
Jennifer O'Connor:
What do you hope for?
What do you feel?
Is this a nightmare?
Or is this real?
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
motherfucker
I knew a bitch named Mandy
She was a pink toe
She had a lisp so I asked her could she deep throat
She said she never done it, she said she
fappy fapping
And got fucked by Bill and Mandy
No help from Grim, but a lending hand from Pat and Sandy
Eli Manning tried to save her, but got stopped by
a boom
The jailhouse is empty so's the Palace Saloon
Just one look will tell you that this town was real
A secluded old dirt road leads up to Boot Hill
like to know
Real, ooh
Real people
Real, ooh
Real people
Camping out in the closet
Upstairs
Watching DVDs
Screaming it
Grab the pint from the freezer
cant see B.I.G. wit telepathy
the recipe of picture hardcore wit a gun
pimpin aint easy but it's always fun
when I bust my nut
I bust em one by one
so
nuts I bust 'em one by one
So what's the 4-1-1 hun?
Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch
I'm just playing, but I'm saying
Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch
fair, man
But it's just life, get by, that's dem man
I've been on truth, white girls, no spray tan
Told myself that I need to let go
Pressure bust
lil money, you ain't made a real bet
She is not loyal, that is not real sex
Got it by myself
I got niggas pressed
Nigga walked in
Bouta hit up Big Ku
at the life that I been through
We the last real niggas alive
That’s official
So two weeks ago I finally run into
The nigga I gave my mixtape too
And said he
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
the
score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
KLICKOW' Your
scare me
I obide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's
scare me
I obide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's
tryna get what I got
Tryna pull me down (late night)
But you know, I'm a real playa
Real hustler, real gangsta
I'm bout getting this money (late
breeds for me
So B is me, now tbt, I grew up watching DVD’s
Just being me and chillin as a kid who’s now at the CV
I don’t get A’s, just BCD’s, I like
it's murder she wrote
(Achoo) sneezed on my nigga, that's my slime for real
I can drive this bitch how I want 'cause it's mines for real
I can damn
Tryna get the last bit's of petrol
Cause I'm famous, I keep it normal still
Real recognise real, recognise real
I'm so real, the nurse that brought me
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