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the cool kids – real killas lyrics

[intro: sir michael rocks]
yeah
real
real, real, real
real, real
yeah
i’ma tell y’all ’bout ’em

[verse 1: sir michael rocks]
i knew a k!ller named [plucko?], kept a smile on his face
thumped the bouncer in the lobby waiting in line at the ace
i knew a k!ller named noonie, a goonie, with them h blocks
he used to like to f+ck on tape, then make his date watch
i knew a k!ller named keith, came from the villas
as a shorty, used to give us fifty dollars every christmas
[?] was k!ller, we had spanish together
them dark circles around his eyes said he worked for the devil
i used to make him laugh when i got kicked out of class
the first n+gga to rob a plug for a brick of some cash
i knew a k!ller named bruno, my first time in the d
he made sure i was good, he treat me like family
i picked him up in his hood, he threw the bl!ck behind a tree
then he hopped in the whip, i said “you good without the heat?”
“that particular pistol got bunch of bodies in the street
and if they pull us over, i don’t want no problems ’cause of me”
real n+gga, will spill ya but his heart was way bigger
ironic, nicest n+ggas i knew was real k!llers
[chorus: sir michael rocks]
aha, real k!llers
yeah, ah ah real k!llers
yeah, uh huh real k!llers
got love for real, real, real, real, real k!llers
real k!llers

[verse 2: sir michael rocks]
big t, he was a k!ller, a caribbean n+gga
he cook the f+ck outta jerk snapper, grill it and smoke it
his brother phillip was a k!ller too
he drove the sprinter down to texas, on that south by southwest sh+t
we was lit, big bags of okie on the highway
played a lil’ hall and oates and then some sade
my cousin cortez still up in the feds
he could dance like bobby ’til them latin kings shot him
always kept a cutlass and a big+ass smile
always nice to the shorties whenever we came around and
then i heard stories about when he was at war with
them same lk’s, he would dress like a homeless and
push a grocery cart with guns at the bottom of it
and go into their territory, boy you gotta love it
but he was funny as a muhf+cka out in public
i’d right a movie ’bout this n+gga if i got a budget

[chorus: sir michael rocks]
yup, yup, real k!llers
got love for real, real
aha, real k!llers
yeah, ah ah real k!llers
yeah, uh huh real k!llers
got love for real, real
[verse 3: boldy james]
knew a k!ller named robby, never f+cked with the help
he had about ten, twenty bodies under his belt
k!lled the plug, took his wife, old lady was beautiful
got him slayed and she still made him pay for the funeral
knew a k!ller named reddy, came home from a triple
[?] touching soon, he been gone for a nickel
knew a k!ller named frankie, he was nice with the [peel?]
never had a cpl, just a license to k!ll
well mannered, might not look like the type but he will
caught his first framework with francois and khalil
got his revenge but sh+t don’t look as nice as it feel
was on the run in the chi with sir mike and tennille
got behind him, turnt off, made a right at the yield
tryna avoid me catching my third strike in the field
growing up in detroit, most of us grew to be murderers
nicest n+ggas that i ever knew will do you the scurviest
real k!llers

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