Mac Dre - Real Niggas lyrics

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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Pimpin's outdated is what them suckas said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]