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dj paul - getting real buck lyrics

[chorus: gangsta blac]
n-gga’s in the club gettin’ real buck
n-gga’s in the club gettin’ real buck
now my n-gga’s in the club gettin’ real buck
now my n-gga’s in the club gettin’ real buck

[verse 1: gangsta blac]
it’s kind of hard to keep a f-ckin’ mil
if yo’ name ain’t holyfield
kick back in the mc resident
countin’ dollar bills
make me kick in a liquor store
stop in get a tangaray
peel a chin in the wind
ballin’ hittin’ the freeway
ain’t no slippin’ in the street
five-o on my -ss gee
three car deep after me
ballin’ down through spv
gangsta’ man still the same
clear me as you see me p-ss
holler when i holler, time to dip up in another past
rip it up, open it up can i get a newport?
p-ss me one, thank you, sir
got your whole ankle short
ya-da-yo givin’ shouts
steve in bone taught me that
straight from the bounds, lay it down
if they cool with gangsta blac
all my n-gga’s gettin’ buck
bet this on my d-zick
throw the mic, ’cause i’m so hype and
hoe this just beginning
bury sh-t, f-ckin’ hoes, ain’t that the way it’s supposed to go
f-ck ’em slow, let ’em know
time to hit the dirt hoe

[verse 2: gangsta blac]
w-ssup to all them people’s rumours
that’s been said ’bout folks from ana
creepin’ through the back with a f-ckin’ gage
ready to ram and jam ya’
all these f-ckin’ slugs up in yo’ -ss
if i up and find ya’
mouth, full of lit firecrackers
star spangled banner
re-ssess pieces on yo’ body
hittin’ them b-tches watch ’em drool
jack be nimble be quick but, jack he ain’t no d-mn fool
hoe you must be high downfall
for the n-gga, de-de gone with yo bad self
hoe you need to f-ckin’ quick
ain’t no drunk lookin’ good
ain’t no k!ller i wish i would
i buck down all you lemon
put them jackets on my neighbourhood
c-ck my nine, feelin’ fine
in case the run they mouth
w-ssup b-tch is you mad, cause we from the south
to you, motor mouth suckers, come in get some of this
nosiness, wig split stay up out my business
ride ’em up escalade, down to the mighty sky
to ya’ hoe, see ya hoe in h-ll cause it’s time to die

[verse 3: gangsta blac]
ain’t no f-ckin’ simple man
take no bullet for no n-gga
trick you must can’t understand
hoe how the f-ck you figure
not with all that reppin’ sh-t
not with all that football sh-t
all about roastin’ a b-tch
all about makin’ it rich
hood rat mean’s a group of hoes
slurpin’ on yo nut sac’s
sac’s of weed is what i need
to keep my brain on this track
chu-chu watch me choke as
i blow out a cloud of smoke
hypnotize civilize, got dope hold it though
time to find my n-gga, let me ride in yo’ pontiac
funk it up, or ride in the white chevy with the bumpin’ back
f-ck you, b-tches, this for girls and plenty n-ggas
f-ck k!ller realer we grip hands on the trigger
yo nine grip my d-ck, n-gga i don’t give a sh-t
paul in lil’ man got my back, two n-gga’s you can’t deal with
bustin’ through the crowd like a crash
dead in yo gut, now my n-gga’s deep
gettin’ real buck

- dj paul lyrics

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