Lyrics:
[Intro: Cee-Lo]
It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape
[Verse One: Boondox]
Uh uh
I came up in the hood infested with
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Saying that I chose this cutie pie
With whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then
turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood
I'ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight
Tell why'all niggas good night, good night, uh
the Titanic
Panic with the frantic, antic watch them vanish
In the zone, by my own, maricon, if you Spanish
The outlandish, even though they can't stand us
the super bowl
Have you heard about the leading star
She was seen making out in some bar
It's in the tabloids, so it must be true
It's the sort of thing
(intro)
[crunchy black]
Aw yeah, we fittin' to get into some shit called stayin' real
It's one mutha-fuckin' thing to be real
But it's another
dem fi know, seh real warriors don't play
And if yuh romp wid us, you have to run away
I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
And if they
Liked by the thugs, liked by the nerds
I'm real super, hot in the eighties
Even Austin Powers'd say "Yeah baby"
The hip-hopper, unpredictable showstopper
if the money's right
She's a stripper, an Avenol sipper
Down with the zipper, cause nobody wants to kiss her
She's the peek a boo pro, yeah you know
almost if the things are real and a
He's the man you heard what I said
He got a little glasses and a big forehead, HAHA
Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince for
[Featuring De La Soul]
INTRO
What's up world?
Goin' give you a little love right here
My man DJ Honda blessed us with a joint
(Intro / corus )
I just took the whip and then I slid I'm blowing swishers
Your wifey just gave me dome and went back home
And then you kissed her
a slave set free
I said walk into my eyes baby, come with me
I can show you things that you dream to see
Take you off the street get you something to eat
speak, you feel me
And uhh, so whoever you with right now
Make sure it is the person you want to be with
And I want you to grab them by the hand
Until you
Thang
It's a black thing, you wouldn't understand
Shaquille O'Neal the real Superman
Boy, I hit like Roy
Versace, Versace to all the real D-Boyz
In
bitch yo nigga
you dream about
Got the title the car with the keys to your house
Cuase I neva let em know
Revenue's rollin in by the minute
Playboy's
bitch yo nigga
you dream about
Got the title the car with the keys to your house
Cuase I neva let em know
Revenue's rollin in by the minute
Playboy's
Then I know I've been doin' my job 'cause there'll be sweat pourin'
So pick and choose your weapon but don't slip
I'm here to kill you boys with
the nice things
Just run and try to grab the gun
'cause shit's real, man, you spazzing dunn
There come a time in a man's life, he got to toss his pack
Intro:
[willie d]
Flip flop ass niggas
Ah yeah
Geto boys and outlawz
Recognize the mob nigga
I don't fuck with you
So put your hands on me
[scarface]
man?
Some of my homies don't even know you
What's up with that?
What's up with that?)
Let us begin with a funky in-tro
My name is cool Moe Dee, what up,
the babies who can't eat with bare feet who need they mother
I put niggaz lights out like Con Ed, my verbal is barn
My bread'll blow you, show you who's real
about to be fired
Black radio shame, pop rap's to blame
Program your playlist to sound the same
With a disco tempo, cliche intro
Whack rap tracks for
[Intro - Krayzie]
Yâ¬"all know who it is: BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY, HARMONY, HARMONY
[Chorus - Krayzie & Flesh]
They know Iâ¬"m crazy by the flow
N-gga
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
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