high This is the real thing Never mind the rain and the storm We'll keep each other warm We got something stronger than strong This is the real thing
They feel the punishment, uh, blood bath, the wrath Aftermath, at least the guns in shit Too under fallin charum leads to send up on the earth Mix things
Santa do Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of goose Mix it with the bull if you wanna get loose It's that time to lose control If you're feelin real good then let
our props Till we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad But the man know, Eazy runnin' with the lost souls, rest in peace That was 1996, we back in the mix
I'm untouchable Un-touch a-ble out here baby (I'm untouchable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby (I'm unfuckable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby Un-touch a
, word Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas For real niggas who ain't got no feelin's Check it out now I got you stuck off the realness
Chorus: (Mix scratches "Bad ass bitch!") (During the breakdowns, we hear the Crew just hangin' out, chit-chatting about their sexual encounters. Most
down with aluminium Then I'm putting two in em You can't touch me I've been Devil sinned Wanted for imbesslement A lot of other things but that's irrelavent
see you one time, when I touch back [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2: Jay Tee] Now if they ask about me, tell them, "Real cochino" I'm from the L.V.C., real
'm rhymin' apparatus Lotta guts, when he cuts, girls move their butts His name is Jay, hear the play, he must be nuts And on the mix, real quick and
the last time that you came 'Cause bare dicks and clits don't mix unless you're married And nowadays even that shits hit 'Cause a bitch got a thing
is real for my friends But the muscle I keep for myself is pretend I am the wanderer's wandering daughter Travel the land and I live like a martyr The things
up and at 'em it's on, I was raised to be strong And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born I came up, out the gutter never changed my style Got for real
got the A-town pump It'll make ya whole body do the A-town stomp Then it's off to the waffle house and pancake mix Ain't the only thing comin' out of
touch 'cause you just get a slut With a "Closed for repair" sign on your nuts Yeah we're the thing slangers, body boom bangers Breakin' in your shit with a hanger Damn real
beautiful place, that?s right I?m tryna help you open your eyes and see that Different shit, cool shit, real playa like Hey, shawty, we could do it real
-six, I'm all up in your mix I rock good from Hollywood To the City of Bricks And all these fake cats scream they're keepin' it real While you're makin
had a fatty. Take a second look looking sporty in the Caddie. So fresh and so bling mang, doing the damn thing mang, we pack those metal things that
