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funkmaster flex - real g's lyrics

[intro]
we bout to get real ugly up in this m-th-f-cka
for the 9-9 and the 2-g
def jam (-echo-)
snoop dogg all up in this m-th-f-cka
big kap (-echo-)
eastsidaz

[chorus]
i’m on the road to riches and diamond rings
real gangstas do real things
i’m on the road to riches and diamond rings
real gangstas do real things

[verse 1]
b-r-o-o-k-l-y-n
we gang bang and ride down on n-ggas(pow hot!)
dogg pound on n-ggas
who shot ya?, big dog gotcha
i’m notcha average n-gga in the yappin’
folks slappin, folks are smokin dope
and doin my thing, i’m on the m-th-f-ckin east coast
from brooklawn to q.b. they know me
up in harlem world they say snoop dogg is a g
ask p. diddy, lil’ cease, and queen b
eatin up at justin’s you seen me, rappin
stackin my weapon in the limo
and 15 n-ggas tryin to hand me their demo
“sign me” my mind be on some other sh-t
if i’m slidin in the club n-gga i’m tryin to bust a beeatch!
so in other words, all that rap sh-t kick it to the curb
save it for the birds
who got the m-th-f-ckin herb?
and where the hoes at n-gga? sh-t, i’m tryin to get served
i got d-ck on a platter
baby got a man snoop dogg, sh-t it don’t matter
ooh, ahh, snoop dizzy gots to get busy
especially when i’m tippin
look here, and all you n-ggas talkin sh-t you just missed me
cause on the real flex none of ya’ll can f-ck with me
g’s up, i’ll make punk n-ggas freeze up
pull dem lees up, and leave dem sleeves up
n-gga, what the f-ck?
you know about that d.p.g. bad boy connection
connected by funk flex we in a lexus
or even the suburban, swerve it to that hot 9-7
b.i.g. rest in peace, i know your smilin in heaven
look here

[chorus]
i’m on the road to riches and diamond rings
real gangstas do real things
i’m on the road to riches and diamond rings
real gangstas do real things
i’m on the road to riches and diamond rings
real gangstas do real things
i’m on the road to riches and diamond rings
real gangstas do real things

[verse 2]
money, gangstas, b-tches, dope
hold, show, flows, ya know
you wanna roll around on my livin room flo’
play nintendo and smoke my indo
i don’t think so, and i ain’t payin your bills
man i’m sick of these b-tches and that’s way to real
i meet a b-tch, i greet a b-tch, i never eat a b-tch
you talk sh-t, god d-mn right, i’ll beat a b-tch
treat a b-tch never have in my life
i skied a b-tch and tell her punk -ss good night
unless you tight…like a r and b b-tch
like toni braxton or jenny lopez
go ahead, go ahead
aw man f-ck what she said, i bet she give a rap n-gga head
i take her upstairs lay her on the bed
get it in the feelin, now she start revealin
and what more can i say
dog is chillin, his d-ck is chillin
movie star b-tches all on a n-gga d-ck
when i was broke, kap, man i couldn’t picture this
400 g’s from over seas we the loca
bound to hash from master down my almamota
i got to smoke everyday of my life
snoop dogg, funk flex and it’s extra tight

[chorus]
i’m on the road to riches and diamond rings
real gangstas do real things
i’m on the road to riches and diamond rings
real gangstas do real things

[outro]
real ugly for the 9-9
it’s goin down ya’ll
oooh this is ugly
drop a bomb on them flex
yeah, it’s hot ya’ll
real hot, hot to death
b.i.g. rest in peace

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