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dr dre – real muthaphukkin g’s lyrics

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real m-th-ph-ckkin g’s…
real m-th-ph-ckkin g’s…
real m-th-ph-ckkin g’s…

verse one

hey yo doctor, here’s another proper crack
and it’s phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
and let that real sh-t provoke, so you’s a wanna be ‘loc
and you’ll get smoked and i hope that yer fans understand
when ya talk about playin me, the same records that ya
makin’ is payin me
motherf-ck dre
motherf-ck snoop
motherf-ck death row
yo, and here comes me left blow
‘cuz i’m the e-a-z-y-e, and this is the season
to let the real motherf-ckin g’s in, ya like a kid ya
found a pup and now yer dapper, but tell me where the
f-ck ya found ya found an anorexic rapper
talkin ’bout who ya go squabble with and who ya shoot
you’re only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots
d-mn e, they tried to fade you on dre day
but dre day only met eazy’s pay day
all of a sudden dr dre is a g thang, but on his
old alb-m cover he was a she thang
so n-gg- please, n-gg- please don’t step to deez
motherf-ckin’ real g’s

yo dre, what’s up? -bang-
yo dre, what’s up? -bang-

now take it to the rapper, claimin to be dapper then
the dresta, smoother then a b-tch but dre’s a rollin
gangster, ain’t broke a law in yer life, yet every time you rap
you yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look
and the n-gg-, and you’ll capture the fact, that the b-st-rd is
simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slang
and the mental, of n-gg-z in compton, wattz, and south central
never ever once have you ran with the turf, yet in every verse you
claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who’s a witness
to your f-ckin work, so ya never had no buiness, so
save the drama jerk, n-gg-z straight kill me
knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to
you studio gangsters,see i did dirt, i did work, so
many n-gg-z can vouch that, so since i got stripes
i got the right to rap about that, but n-gg-z like you
i gotta hate ya, i’m tired of suburbian n-gg-z talkin about
they comin from projects
knowin ya ain’t seen the parts of the streets g
think ya tryin bang around the time of the peace treaty
wearin khackis and ya mob while ya ryhme, little f-g
tried to sag, but he’s gettin flooded at the same time,
and ya set don’t accecpt ya, so ya scared to kick it with yer homies
‘cuz ya know they don’t respect ya, so n-gg- please check
nuts before ya step to deez, motherf-ckin real g’s

verse three

well, it the knocc out, definition orginal baby gangster
approach me like you hard, motherf-cker i’mma bank ya
shank ya, with my f-ckin shank, if i havta
dr dre an snoop dogy dogg are f-ckin actors
pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
but this time yer dealin with some real motherf-ckers
g’s, n-gg- please, don’t try to step
because if ya do, and i pill cap is all that would be left
see, young n-gg-z like me, will break ya off somthin,
claimin my city, but dre you ain’t from compton
n-gg-z like ya’ll is what i call wanna be’s it aint sh-t compared
to real motherf-ckin’ g’s

funky is this track…
yo dre, what’s up? -bang-
yo dre, what’s up? -bang-

i never met an og who never did sh-t wrong
ya tried to dis the eazy-e so now n-gg- it’s on you
and ya doggy dogg, think yer all honk and sh-t
both of you b-tches, can come and suck my doggy’s d-ck
beatin a b-tch don’t make ya sh-t, but then agian some n-gg-z
think it makes a man, d-mn it’s a trip
how a n-gg- could switch so quick from wearin lipstick
to smokin on chronic at picnics, and now ya think yer bigger
but to me you ain’t nothin but a b-tch -ss n-gg-
who ain’t worth a food stamp, but at
deat row, i hear yer gettin treated like boot camp
gotta follow yer seargents directions, or get yer -ss
pumped with a smith and wesson, learn a lesson from the e
stay in your place and don’t step to real motherf-ckin g’s

yo dre, what’s up? -bang-
boy ya should have known by now..
yo dre (what’s up?) -bang-
boy ya should have known by now…

yo dre (what’s up?) -bang-
boy ya should have known by now, eazy duz it….

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