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[Chorus: Mac Dre] I'd rather die like a man then live my life like a bitch I'd rather be in the pen then live my life like a snitch Playa population is decreasing by millions So I dedicate this to all the real ones Real niggas, real niggas Real niggas, real niggas [Verse One] I got three rules when I hustle and ain't anyone funny It's like get yo money, get yo money, and oh yeah get yo money Can't be no punk and damn sure can't be no hoe I'm like the Grand National, they don't make them like me no mo' Doper than a joint of that sticky gooey Hella saucy potna, real ragooey I pops extra hard cause I know talk is cheap Tell a hoe toss it in the air, whatever I say she peeps See I'm about my cheese, I want G's, y'all fucked Down and dirty low to the ground like frog nuts Keep a hoe bottom lip hanging like a turtle neck sweater Love a freaky lesbian who can give bomb headers See my dick stay hard like a cave mans chisel Waiting for a super bad to come wet my whistle But my ???? in life is to gain cash And that there is more serious than a plane crash |
Real niggas, real niggas Real niggas, real niggas [Chorus x1] [Verse Two] I'm on the mic representing that players committee Letting ya know that some of these niggas need a pair of tities Never had a player hater born in my body, never been jealous Just stubborn hard headed and hella rebelious Fly like Denzel, smooth like Billy Dean Some ain't feelin' me cause they can't really see I'm saucy cause I stay dipped hoe And still hit the scene, and scream what they hit fo' Steady havin' cash cause I'm down to take a dollar Quickly pop my collar, and tell that bitch a holler It really ain't hard it's just this pimpin and this tongue That get them bitches sprung, and make them wanna run And when I say run I mean perform it to the utmost Other niggas trip with they dick and wanna fuck hoes Pimpin's outdated is what them suckas said But the pimpin ain't dead its just the hoes they mislead |
[Chorus] [Verse Three] I got the heart of a gangster, mind of a business man, tongue of a pimp, Stupid dumb all dollars no sense Stay perkin', used to be off that yac Now I'm on that gorilla milk or that Yukon Jack Double R star, three c general Fortified with this game like vitamins and minerals Doper than a bottle of that dog food Yall thought I was stupid, now look how I'm comin' at yall fools Sportin' one fifties used to fuck with pumas Now I'm havin more money than Brinks and Lunars Maurice Malone, Mark Buchannon, and Enyce Cashin' fat checks weekly Beep me, if you tryin' to et churped at No paper you'll get cut like Elvis Grbac (I heard that) Punk bitch get stomped out Triple see ya, Mac Dre, romped out [Chorus] |
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