Dyn-o-mite!
How real is this
Yeah, how real is this
[Verse 1]:
I'm from the other side where other guys don’t talk too much
Carry them butterflies we walk through you like walk's through dust
I treat the weed like ya ice you know I be just crushin' it up
You fuckin’ with us I swear you niggas be coughin' it up
Yo bitch nosey as fuck make her walk through like walking through musk
Stuck up as fuck ass fat as fuck she come through cover it up
Came from the ice he looking like a puck he used to run in the muck
He came from the E no Cheddar Boys he used to run it it up
He whippin' that paint it started out white that shit just lookin' like some suds
I'm from the west side I rock Westwood
I'm used to reppin' my hood
[Verse 2]:
Only thing clean good if the mop dirty
Putting up good numbers like a nigga stock jerseys
She got them bifocals on sucking dick nerdy
All my niggas sip dirty like a Kentucky derby
I saw all this punk shit but I don't even pop shit
These niggas they running round like this shit is rocksmith
I don’t need no gun around cause I’m quick to smack a bitch
You be telling the story later on like: "See what happened is..."
Hustlin' off the bag all he do is flip like acrobat
Started with the green now he sippin’ paint and packages
I just showed your bitch what a fucking real rapper is
Fuck that bitch she cry, I be asking what the matter is
How real is this
Yeah, how real is this
[Verse 1]:
I'm from the other side where other guys don’t talk too much
Carry them butterflies we walk through you like walk's through dust
I treat the weed like ya ice you know I be just crushin' it up
You fuckin’ with us I swear you niggas be coughin' it up
Yo bitch nosey as fuck make her walk through like walking through musk
Stuck up as fuck ass fat as fuck she come through cover it up
Came from the ice he looking like a puck he used to run in the muck
He came from the E no Cheddar Boys he used to run it it up
He whippin' that paint it started out white that shit just lookin' like some suds
I'm from the west side I rock Westwood
I'm used to reppin' my hood
[Verse 2]:
Only thing clean good if the mop dirty
Putting up good numbers like a nigga stock jerseys
She got them bifocals on sucking dick nerdy
All my niggas sip dirty like a Kentucky derby
I saw all this punk shit but I don't even pop shit
These niggas they running round like this shit is rocksmith
I don’t need no gun around cause I’m quick to smack a bitch
You be telling the story later on like: "See what happened is..."
Hustlin' off the bag all he do is flip like acrobat
Started with the green now he sippin’ paint and packages
I just showed your bitch what a fucking real rapper is
Fuck that bitch she cry, I be asking what the matter is
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