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Really Doe

Ain't nobody talkin' when I'm talkin', fellas

So shut the fuck up

And who the fuck are you?

Steppin' up in my motherfuckin', uh

Chuck Taylors, Knick kickers, Wallabee's, Cossacks

On my ass, I got the um, um, khakis, 501's

On my back I got the uh, sweatshirt

You know, with the fat three creases

Uh, my T-shirt, Slingshot, uh, khaki shirt

Um and I got the K-cutter in my in my pocket

Uh, got the afro, the braids

Motherfuckin' uh, rollers

You got to believe, somethin'

And I just ask my motherfuckin' self, uh

To G or not to G is the question

And like Smith told Wesson

I'm shady with the 380 old school diploma

I'll leave that ass in a coma

So, if you got a herringbone

Welcome to the terror dome

Two-eleven, sorry rReverend

Oh my God, gettin' robbed

Reach for the small, Atomic Dog

Hard to swallow, janky as Rollo

Count to ten and don't try to follow

'Cause just like Waco, I can take fo'

ATF to they death

Bust a left on Western, go and get a room

Don't want to be a felon like Stacey Koon

Get the right bitch, hit the light switch

Here we go, tap that ass like this, really doe

West Side Lench Mob

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin'

Thirty in a holdin' tank, catch the vapors

Make me a pillow out of toilet paper

Concrete bench kickin' off the hemorrhoids

Ese's deep, don't fuck with dem boys

Phone check, collect call from the baller

Her mama said, "Please don't call her"

Do-Wah-Diddy, far from New Jack City

Seen one of my peers, "What the fuck you doin' in here?"

He said, "One-eighty-seven on the enemy"

And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy

Deputy bitch thinks she's the Queen Bee

Ink on my thumb, index and pinky

Sir, what set you from? Play dumb

General population

Mama, put your house up and I can bounce up

Out this motherfucker, that's why I love ya

Out like a boss with a half-pint of sauce

Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross

What a friend know? Buy some indo

Never fuck with a silly hoe, really doe

Really doe, bitch

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G

Goddamn I'm a motherfuckin' G

Yup, that's right

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G

Goddamn I'm a

Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick

You sucker-for-love-ass trick

So don't run up, wit' ya gun up

'Cause I got the back breaker, double pump, rump shaker

'Cause we can play hookie in the Aqua Boogie

With concrete Nikes, ya gets no stripes

Livin' unforgiven with the mic on

And punks runnin' like 'roaches with the light on

And that's all the shit I'm startin' bust a cap

Like Jerome. M. Martin

You lookin' for a punk with benefits

'Cause you got a baby, that take many shits

And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit

Scopin', hopin', thighs open

But I kick back, six-pack and hit the Phillie slow

Hooker hoe, really doe

Ice Cube, yup

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G

Goddamn I'm a motherfuckin' G

Really doe, west side

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G

Motherfuckin' O, motherfuckin' G

East side

South side

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G

G, G, G, motherfuckin' G

North side

And who the fuck are you?

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