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Karaokê Real Muthaphuckkin G's - Eazy-E & Dresta, B.G. & Knocc Out

Esta música é uma versão de Real Muthaphuckkin G's, popularizada por Eazy-E
feat. Dresta, B.G. & Knocc Out

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Tempo: variável (aproximadamente 86 BPM)

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Sim

Duração: 05:35 - Visualizar: 01:22

LETRA EXPLÍCITA

Ano de lançamento: 1993
Estilos: Rap & Hip-Hop, Em inglês
Compositor: Andre De'sean Wicker, Arlandis T Hinton, Eric Wright, David C. Weldon

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Letra Real Muthaphuckkin G's

Hey yo, Doctor here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the sniper time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
See, you's a wannabe 'loc and you'll get smoked and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Dre
Motherfuck Snoop
Motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
'Cos I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season to let the real motherfuckin' G's in
You're like a kid, you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me, where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper
Talkin' 'bout who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot
You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots
Damn, E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day
But Dre Day only meant Eazy's payday
All of a sudden Doctor Dre is the G Thang but on his own album cover he was a she-thang
So, nigga please, nigga please don't step to these motherfuckin' real G's
Every day it's a new rapper claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer than a bitch but portray the role of gangsta
Ain't broke a law in your life yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
Just take a good look at the nigga and you'll capture the fact that the master is simply just an actor
Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental of niggas in Compton
Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf but yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me, who's a witness to your fuckin' work
So you never had no bid'ness so save the drama, jerk
Niggas straight kill me knowin' that they pranksters
This is goin' out to you studio gangstas
See, I did dirt, put in work and many niggas can vouch that
So since I got stripes
I got the right to rap about that
But niggas like you
I gotta hate ya 'cos
I'm just tired of suburbia niggas talkin' about they come from projects
Knowin' you ain't seen the parts of the streets, G
Think you started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin' khakis and mob while you rhyme
Little fag tried to sag but you're floodin' at the same time
And your set don't accept ya scared to kick it with your homies 'cos you know they don't respect ya
So, nigga please, check nuts before you step to these motherfuckin' real G's
Well, it's the Knocc Out definition original baby gangsta
Approach me like you hard motherfucker, I'ma bank ya
Shank ya, with my fuckin' shank if I have to
Doctor Dre and Snoop Doggy
Dogg are fuckin' actors
Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters but this time you're dealin' with some real motherfuckers
G's, nigga please don't try to step 'cos if you do, then a peeled cap is all that would be left
See, young niggas like me will break you off somethin'
Claimin' my city but Dre, you ain't from Compton
Niggas like y'all is what I call wannabes
And ain't shit compared to real motherfuckin' G's
I never met a O.G. who never did shit wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E so now, nigga, it's on you and your Doggy Dogg
Think that y'all hoggin' shit
Both of you bitches can come and suck my Doggy dick
Beatin' up a bitch don't make you shit but then again some niggas think it makes a man
Damn, it's a trip how a nigga could switch so quick from wearin' lipstick to smokin' on chronic at picnics
And now you think you're bigger but to me you ain't nothin' but a bitch-ass nigga
That ain't worth a food stamp and at Death Row, I hear you gettin' treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant's directions or get your ass pumped with the Smith and Wesson
Learn a lesson from the Eaze
Stay in your place and don't step to real motherfuckin' G's
Boy, you should've known by now
Eazy Duz It

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