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Текст и слова песни The Luniz – Shit is Real

Featuring Phats Bossi, 2wice
Check this out.

*(Yukmouth talking)*

Yes.
2wice.
Uh.
(What's crackin?)
Drink-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot.
(Haha, is that right?)
And Phats Bossi.
Yes.
All of my niggas ridaz.
Check it.

Chorus *(Yukmouth)*

All of my niggas ridaz.
Small time grindas, pimps and big timers.
Whether it's heiron or hemp wit China.
Or got a bitch on the strip sellin vagina.
Shit Is Real.
One mo time.

Verse 1 *(Yukmouth of the Luniz)*

Niggas fat
Nigga I come down strikin from the clouds like lightnin
And smoke the ground
Show you how to blow a pound
Wit out coughin
How to work a Nina Ross wit out walkin
Funny style
Wit out a half honey child jockin wit out flossin
My niggas could peep out what I'm thinkin bout, wit out talkin
One look at a crook
My nigga book, an then the Tech start barkin
Shoot up the whole parkin lot
Bullets ricochet apartments
Got bitches slangin martian
Wit big titties like Dolly Pardon
In the projects
Dope fiends loose they check, then flip like Martin
Walkin down the street butt naked and crack rocks sparkin
Startin shit in front of my buildin
Here comes the sargent
Raid a nigga house, juss some days to pay a warrant
That dirty varmit
Back to the Regime conglomerate
Where the climate
Is always sunny for money
The small timers
Become grindas
Escalate to big timers
Pimp niggas got bitches trickin vagina.
This Shit Is Real nigga!

*(Chorus)* 2x

Verse 2 *(2wice)*

Give us rememory morse
Of course
Takin no short fa sho
Poppin the cop wit glocks
Like I'm Tupac Shakur
Cuz everyday we high as hell
Dope is what we try an sell
Nickle and dimes for buyin yayo
Til I got lines of clientele
Load up yo clip
Click-clack
Hold up yo shit
Get back
If ya know ya shit
Admitt that
Roll up a spliff
An hit that
Roll up the crib
Made a nigga cost mail
You tried to post
But ya lay 'em in a coffin
The boss man
Whips up another batch
Pick up some other scratch
Wit clips and some other straps
The 2wice suguest you stop
Cuz my loot no share
Cuz I invest in glocks
How ya shoot that there?
I do got playas
Pimps slash some hustlas
That do got they rapid self
Pass them suckels
I flip a Tech wit a muffle
Greet the flex wit my muscle
The Luniz
Doin they thing-ama-jig
An it must sell.

*(Chorus)* 2x
Eh!
Shit is real!

Verse 3 *(Numskull of the Luniz)*

Niggas feel that
When niggas found at
Drink-A-Lot wasn't even found yet
When 4, 15's was the only sound check
Yo, what happened to the side shows
When niggas used to ride those
Vet's and 50's
To be connected drunkin rhinos
When bitches was dusted
Sex was like "Fuck it"
An no real nigga was ashamed to ride a bucket
When shit was goin down

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