Lyrics:
with a real nigga
Say V-12 turn her on, ex-boyfriend won't leave her alone
She livin' in the past, tryna move it on, just need one day with me alone
bud, I keep fire
I keep an attitude for niggas to keep tryin'
I keep it Deuces, Bigalo, for Rob Schneider
I keep it flowin' 'til my hands gettin'
real ill niggas
I'm internationally known
When I be on the mic
Hardcore, real ill niggas
So all hail the honorable
It's to my real ill niggas,
When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong
At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention
That I am well aware of your wack intentions
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
Man it ain't no lie, it's real as this four-five
And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not
make sweet love
By the starlight
Baby let me take control
Oh baby
Keep it right there
Keep it right there
Keep it right there
Keep it there baby
You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real wit'chu
Loving your whole steeze, it be in there boo
wasn't real, I wouldn't be in this position
Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say
I'm by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day
Lil' Jay used
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
Well, we think this world
Is a real nice place
But we think that it's a crime
That we should have an older brother
Who picks on us all the time
So,
a pretty fucking fast year flew by
That's a pretty long third gear in this car
Glidin' on the five
The deer run across, kill the headlights
Pretty
Slip it in her drink
And in the blink of an eye I can make a white girl look chink
Don't know what to think
Cause last time I attempted this shit
mind, at the time "Keep it real" was the phrase
Silly once said now, but those were the days
When spring break
And Daytona
And Freakniks
Made you
I was five years old when daddy started packin'
And I stood there by my mamma
As she cried
And the next thing that we knew
Some old train came
is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100
Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga
I’m really okay when I’m not
I wanna know how it feels to be lover you for real, till I do
I keep writing songs about you
I got a sack of paper so high
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
gonna throw my date book over the fence
And buy me one for five or ten cents
Keep it 'til it's covered with age
'Cause I'm writin' your name down
will seem completely real
It will be the result of your subconscious fears transformed to your conscious awareness
You have five seconds to terminate
later
I'll be there in five minutes, go 'head ride with it
I'm so live with it, look how I did it
Been bulls***tin but I finally arrived with it
I
nothing to it
1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby say you love me
5, 6, 7 times
8, 9, 10, 11, I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine
Come out of your
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like
killed
This is the place where paranoya
Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers
We're losin' it
Four fives and knives we
me?
I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence
And buy me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it 'til it's old and covered with age
And write
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