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St. Lunatics - Текст песни Real Niggaz
Real niggas ride wit' us
 You haters gotta ride the bus
 Smoke till when my brain gon' bust
 Bank account so plush, the fed's on us
 Real niggas ride wit' us
 You haters gotta ride the bus
 Smoke till when my brain gon' bust
 Bank account so plush, the fed's on us
 Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of Mississippi
 I slang thangs, make bread, easy like Jiffy
 Call me a cool nigga or a Mr. Refriger
 Kids ask me "Mr. can you get crunk and jiggy?"
 I reply quickly, bottle of Andres or Crissy
 Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
 I wake up with two dimes, both named Nikki
 I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
 Cats make me sick when I roll through y'all city
 Lookin' like angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty
 You gon' make me go back into my days of U-City
 Cornrows, penny bros and new Dickies
 Ahh shit, when situation looks shitty
 I got that thang with me, plus I Puff like Diddy
 You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the pain with me
 So wrap some mo' and hop in the Range with me
 No picture me rollin', Optimo, glocka four-four
 Four-do' Range Rov', mink with matchin' Kangol
 Whole hood like "Oh", freakin' 'em out they mind
 D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em
 Not, you see the watch, Rollie or G-shot
 You hear me four, five blocks before you see me, that's the knock
 I need not speak on that, I speak on Zack
 And how he better fix my shit or give my eight G's back
 Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it
 Navigational system behind the ten, duckin' the public
 Take my chain off to thaw out, battle four out
 We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you ever saw out
 Son break the jar out, twist the muskie
 Only real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me
 If I'm lyin', bad mouth, slap then crush me
 Cus me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me
 'Cause only real niggas ride wit' us
 You haters gotta ride the bus
 Smoke till when my brain gon' bust
 Bank account so plush, the fed's on us
 Real niggas ride wit' us
 You haters gotta ride the bus
 Smoke till when my brain gon' bust
 Bank account so plush, the fed's on us
 St. Lunatics - Real Niggaz - http://ru.motolyrics.com/st-lunatics/real-niggaz-lyrics.html
 I'm like the battery, I come through every door on a cell
 Mr. Energizer, forever ready to make a mil'
 Fuck that Cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel
 I'm smokin' twenty inches of Parelli, wha, up off the wheel
 I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight case of the chills
 I got the face too damn chunky, 'cause it still read "Twelve"
 Well, hell, not a shit starter but I be startin' some shit
 Half the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin' pissed
 Me, got they miss, I done, caught they wrist
 And they be thinkin' you cockblockin' 'cause you gave her a kiss
 I walks over to your bitch and asks her "Who's is this?"
 Tell 'em one more time just in case he forgets
 I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye
 Comin' be like I, ay, EI, ready the guy
 Nigga hella high, country grammar, yellin "EI"
 Fuckin' your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin' none
 You shoulda' seen this lady's face when I walked in the bank
 I'm the school boy, I'm Hollywood, smellin' like dank
 Lookin' like I don't know left from right
 Holdin' a check, got the whole front desk like "Murphy's set for life"
 I agree wit' em, I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em
 Drivin' eighty in the rainiest Rov', TV's in 'em
 I'm St. Lou, plus true to the arch equals I'm real
 I'm Hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a mil'
 I'm killin' y'all, matter fact I'm killin' myself
 In a category with T-Boz, I'm feelin' myself
 It gets no better, Slo says it gotta get better
 Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get leather
 I'm like, what, real playas roll on dubs Lunatics like
 And haters can't kick it wit' us and our blunts tight
 We smokin till our brain gon' bust
 Gettin' head in the back of the truck, City what up
 I'm like only real niggas ride wit' us
 You haters gotta ride the bus
 Smoke till when my brain gon' bust
 Bank account so plush, the fed's on us
 Real niggas ride wit' us
 You haters gotta ride the bus
 Smoke till when my brain gon' bust
 Bank account so plush, the fed's on us
 Real niggas ride wit' us
 You haters gotta ride the bus
 Smoke till when my brain gon' bust
 Bank account so plush, the fed's on us
 Real niggas ride wit' us
 You haters gotta ride the bus
 Smoke till when my brain gon' bust
 Bank account so plush, the fed's on us















