Real by Ya Boy Lyrics
, have a meal I am the bogus boy, that was in my uncle's will You figured that out, and see that I'm a G for real And fear man is one thing that he don
:] Soufside Is Who I Be! Up, down, do the rock bottom (AYYYY) Up, down, do the rock bottom (AYYYY) Twirl ya arms like the one's running in place (okay) Twirl ya
it real big right here! all my money niggaz This shit commentated on the one's and two's! They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? This real shit
appreciate ya much I could tell be the way he holds ya He don't love ya like I do love you, or squeeze ya like I squeeze, I make your neck pop back,
business Sittin on the corner, waitin for my sister When she slid by, maybe 4 or 5 times Wanted me to notice the rythm of her thighs Oh boy, uh, girls
Q-Tip: Just feelin' things out for real, ya know? Just wanna do me for real, ya know? No reason to make it complicated, you feelin' agitated, You love
Q-Tip) {Both}] What 'chu really wanna do? (I wanna really do it right.) What 'chu really wanna do? (Grab ya hands, hug ya tight.) For real? (For real
in at mach 5 Ya'll niggas aint fucking with me And I put a mil on it Niggas and bitches they lie But home boy them stats don't R & B Boss Hussling like
Know We Back Muh Fucker Mr. 17.5 I Tried To Tell Em Home Slick Pulla, Blood Raw When This Shit Come On In The Club Nigga All The Real Niggas Lose
to ya, good to ya, good to ya) (I'll be good to ya, good to ya, good to ya) (I'll be good to ya, good to ya, good to ya) (So so good, so so good) We'
East coast steal them W's that's raised up for real Fellatio fetish broads know me, where I live Brought dimes from Brazil, fuck the currency ya dig
hoes) It's A-Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you already know Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy
boy shoes on ya shit my nigga Ay roll down ya motherfucking window nigga Blow out that dro smoke nigga Tell that nigga that's how the fuck ya feel nigga Ya
Jeezy):] (Let's get it) I can't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah) First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy) Won't trip ya--I'm trafficing
real) some niggas stack (naw) some niggas bang (chea) but i congratulate not playa hate you in tha streets pimpin make ya move get ya cake fuck what you
):] (Let's get it) Tonight I can't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah) First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy) Road Trip ya--I'm trafficing
I'm too for real Lose your tooth and nails Try to fight it, try to deny it Stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy