2 Live Crew - The Real One Lyrics
Verse 1: [brother marquis]Only the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killersHundred-dollar billers and real niggas*****es with dime figures, telekenesis in my mindMake my diamonds shine, then I blind niggas***** punk perpatrators and playa hatersThey cant fade us cause we two of the greatestBack out to let em have it, fake *****s and faggotsBow down in the presence of players and kiss the karatsA wrist full of (? ) for all the maggotsBack up and get embarrassed, *****, get off my carriageUncut, no lactose, hear the raw doseStraight off the key, 100% gWhos puttin it down on miamis behalfHome of the nickel (? ) and the raw halfEverywhere we go, the impressions feltThe real is stamped on the bag and the dope is dealtChorus (2x):Gat in the back, sunroof top,Real one on the scene with the gangsta leanThe real one!Huh?Whut?The real one!Huh, nigga whut?Verse 2: [ice-t]Its 98, playa, check your gameMake sure them young boys respect your nameKeep your heed at arms, reached, *****ed and readycause the streetsll catch you slippin and rock you steadyWatch your back with your homies that you feel is realYour homeboys from your crew, yeah, theyre the ones who doYeah, the suckas that got the playa hater venom,I wanna take em outside and lay slugs up in emBut thats trippin, and that aint my sportId rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a portI sip my v-dozen on the street, bump my beatsWhen Im twistin my dub, cant nobody competeImagine thisHundred-g lex on your wristImagine thisAbout 10 karats on your fistImagine thisAll dime hoes on your listHuh, that shit would be nice, but your name aint iceNigga tripAnd screw the style and so on, rock you softlyHow you gonna step to me, kid, you grew up off meTv, movies and records and toursSo many buses in versace I dont wear it no moreCalled my nigga in miami, marquis, wussup?He said, playa, chop some game on this bubblin cut!I said, shoot me the track, or you can come too,Or if yall wanna ball in cali, Ill fly in your whole crew.ChorusVerse 3: [brother marquis]Ima stay in the field, on a quest for the milsAnd try to keep it real till I die or get killedSo I can sit back and kick it, write my own ticketAnd live this lavish lifestyle of trickin and big-dickinSeein that the west and the souths connectedFormulatin, plottin game to perfectionDown with the syndicate, bossin new tennis shitCrimes cold defended, get caught, do the sinTheres politickin in the 600, drunk and bluntedThats how we front it, but you dont wanna run up on itInside the club packin, actin,Got my ***** at home c-sackin, got my ones stackinParlay, playin diamond link, cubin cableBaddest *****es in the stable, mo money on the tableIm back in the game to show em how its doneIce-t and marquis, youre *****in with the real one!
