eit ball chilli - only tha real lyrics
{808 tidy, 808 tidy}
intro:
yeah
eitball chilli yo
unh
dear haters got much for you to get mad at
unh
only tha real
unh
yeah
(prrt prrt!)
hook:
only real n-gg- feel us(x2)
o’ o’ only tha real (x2)
only tha real
only real n-gg- feel us(x2)
o’ o’ only tha real (x2)
only tha real
that’s what it is, that’s what it is yeah yeah!
that’s what it is, that’s what it is only tha real yeah
yeah!
verse1:
only real n-gg- feel us, got blast the stage till it’s chaos
gotta pop a ticket to lagos, gotta roll a volley to them haters
got room for one extra problem, gotta pack these tracks drop an alb-m
only safe with that glock on, tell’ em n-gg-s where the shots from
make a toast with that dry rum kick tha free with that b-ssdrum
this is ma pace with ma rap tongue, only bottle talk for tha dope boy
on tha kawasaki in them khaki, pretty chick in ma labby
first thing gotta grab this then the mic tell’em who the bad is
gentle n-gg-s wear the tight suits, to make’em girls feel the taifoon
us n-gg-s make’em act rude to make the beckons with them eye pose unh!
(bow for the king, bow for the king, brh! brh! yeah!)
fresh out 250 only dawgs understand this
they keepin the check on ma checklist, i let ’em know who the best is
(keep that check on tha checklist)
……only the real…..unh!
hook:
only real n-gg- feel us(x2)
o’ o’ only tha real (x2)
only tha real
only real n-gg- feel us(x2)
o’ o’ only tha real (x2)
only tha real
that’s what it is, that’s what it is yeah yeah!
that’s what it is, that’s what it is only tha real yeah
yeah!
unh, little boy’s reverie
verse2:
only real n-gg- feel us, time to pack all these acres
got bundle up all these measures matter fact, i gotta make up
straight forward it’s og
all ma n-gg-s know how to pop this, all ma n-gg-s know how to knock this
time to ride in tell’em who it is
ma brother say i gotta bust up build fortune drop more tunes
n’ roll a wrist with that gold gem, take a taste in that new lamb
driftin’ down in tha good whip, that’s a tip for that good boy
only badder play with cool toys tryna break this sh-t with this new voice
pop a dollar at mombasa, you ain’t in range am faster
k!ll the dirty make it proper, drop the b-ss make it louder
…. drop the b-ss mak’ make it make it…
little boy’s reverie, only tha real…
outro:
(keep that check on tha checklist)
(skurt! skurt!)
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