Catch this, Hot Nix', you know? Big tits
Ain't nothin' but the real, yeah
Chocolate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted
Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest
And learned how operate the Smith and the Wesson
Two On Da Road on this 12 O'Clock
Six niggaz, six bitches, two thirds of 8 eight bag
Rolled the back of the bus with a gun in his socks
Assemblin' hat, laced in a suit from Phat
I move like days in a week
Niggaz carry a cold piece and separate the heat
And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons
Ain't nothin' but the real
Yo, yo, guns jammed up, I'm crammed up in my lab
Million dollar deals, rollin' on Chrome Wheels
One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic
The hood got us off the prop without women
Two on da road, got them bitches screamin', "Who Dat?"
And bound to make a bitch come in six minutes flat
Def Jam cheques, she had some big ass breasts
Chocolate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted
What up kid? Stay livin'
Remember grandmother leavin' new with Selects
Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded
From the bottom of my feet, to the end of my hair
Sample with black, criminal, chemical rap
Uh-huh, Sunn who? Yeah
Ain't nothin' but the real
Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep and keep 'em on a leash
I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest
Two on da road, Bobby Digital, he's a gangsta, no, no, no, no, no, no
Ain't scared of the motherfuckin' police
(Seven days in a week, cocoa hazin', cocoa hazin')
(Get that money y'all, get that money y'all)
I remember Dirty Dog crashed his white Lex
(Shout in pain)
And you survived ninth innin'
Bang us in ya jeeps shaolin! Bobby Digital
Still cut class and played hookey
When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound
Pedia Brown, media surround my sound
Seen you look good, you look live in ya linen
I love my brother to death that old hip-hop
Niggaz don't know to face the names on my teeth
I had to catch her like a short stop on the Mets
Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that
Big forehead, had ears like Spock
Yeah, uh huh, yeah
Bass and drums, see my face in the slums
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, livin' it up, livin' it up, oh, no no no
He was mightier than a truck load of gats
We gamble the dice, remain humble
Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep bang that shit retarded
I remember Portland had Clyde Drex', remember 12 O'Clock is a vet
Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded
Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare
Two on da road, Bobby Digital, he's a gangsta
I remember me and Meth in a dice game against Ghost and Deck
Ain't nothin' but the real, yeah
Make men think twice about the sacrifice
(Get this money y'all)
Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started
Two fresh men from garbage can gave him nookies
Bob Digi, Sun Zeini, P Sunn, 12 O'Clock
[Incomprehensible] word up? Yeah, uh huh
And two niggaz hooked on pussy
All my niggaz that provide and ride to the end of this
Scramble through the jungle of life
Glance and stare, why, when you can't compare?
Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice
Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started
A bitch named Celeste, I met her when I was goin' to cash
Black or white, write it for the world to hear
I nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best
While I rumble with the foul and trife
Write it for my fam who not here, who do care
