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They, They, They Are the Ones (The Ames Brothers) · They Rock! They Roll! They Swing!: The Best of the Treniers [Epic/Legacy] (The Treniers) · They Rock They Roll They Swing (Jumpin' Jimes) · Perpetual Baggage Claim (Denis DiBlasio) · Claim (Jesper Munk) · Claim (Jesper Munk) · Live In 1977: The Humbler Stakes His Claim (Danny Gatton) · Real Real Real (Jesus Jones) · They Sin They Swing (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Spirit They're Gone, Spirit They've Vanished/Danse Manatee (Animal Collective) – and 90 other albums »


of choppers 
Carol City will make holes in you so big, 
They can't be plugged by doctors 

Nigga, this is the real Dade County 
Where we are soldiers from
A thousand eyes they, they look at you

[Repeat x3]
Oh come on! 
Yeah yeah yeah

Oh come on! [Repeat x3]
Yeah yeah yeah

Where faces shine
A real low
Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be 
(Say what?) 

[Chorus: x3]
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas 
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
missing
If you didn't have him to sing
To sing about

Three headed monsters they want your money 
Wanna be in the picture, be your friend
They fill
of choppers 
Carol City will make holes in you so big, 
They can't be plugged by doctors 

Nigga, this is the real Dade County 
Where we are soldiers from
And you celebrate your fame
You celebrate your impostors kingdom
Nothing is real anymore
They claim to feed us the truth
It's the deepest hypocrisy
see dark eyed Michael
With his dark eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers
Weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind
diluted or polluted 
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted 
I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter 
For underestimatin' as I'm
of LA, they'll never die
They'll just multiply
All you putos who ain't real
Ese keep trucha for my steel

Another crazy day, another crazy trip
The homies
If you didn't have him to sing
To sing about

Three headed monsters
They want your money wanna be in the picture
Be your friend
They fill your pool
of your coat 
Seen you walk away saying my eyes in smoke 
You are dressible, look-able 
All the man dem after yuh 
They claim you do something they just
forgive
Those three are on my mind

I know of Tom paints water tree
I know the price of liberty
Now I ask the question that is deep inside of me
Did they
known ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers
The open surgeons heart removers
Niggaz think they gon' stop my ones
Put a contract out and stop
known ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers
The open surgeons heart removers
Niggaz think they gon' stop my ones
Put a contract out and stop
known ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers
The open surgeons heart removers
Niggaz think they gon' stop my ones
Put a contract out and stop
you're glowin' some will love and some will hate ya
It's real people

[Verse 3]
Black men walking wit white girls on they arms
I be mad at em as if I
thuggin in the khakis boots and skullies 
And since I'm weed fiend for the green nigga gotta make that money man
 
(8x)
It's real always

(verse 3)
Last
of ass 

And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up 

No respect for your family that's dead 

don't write yo peoples locked up
I was goin' across Oklahoma, When i thought I'd fall in love
Met up with a girl named Thelma Took three months to get cured of

Made up my mind I
Three thousand!!! 
Three thousand!! 
I crank up lyrical flows  spit spats  what's that 
The pattern records  don't touch the DATs  yo 
Check out
thing baby
Show me what you can bring
Cause some try to swing but they still can't hang

You and me, let's get down
Even though you claim that you've
They claim that I'm violent, just 'cause I refuse to be silent
These hypocrites are havin' fits, 'cause I'm not buyin' it
Defyin' it, envious
Low-ri-der, low-ri-der

Coming through fo' real we Cypress Hill, oh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, going gangsta crazy
We some real life
These niggas just hating they ain't talking 'bout shit
I'm a grown ass man I flip my own brick
I don't need yo help I can hold my own dick
Ain't no
gone
Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from paper wings
To the real thing at last

I am the elder Utah Smith
I take all as they are
I was