Real G’s (Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap Feat. Snoop Dogg) Funkmaster Flex

We bout to get real ugly up in this muthafucka
For the 9-9 and the 2-G
Def Jam
Snoop Dogg all up in this muthafucka
Big Kap
Eastsidaz

I'm on the road to riches and diamond rings
Real gangstas do real things
I'm on the road to riches and diamond rings
Real gangstas do real things

B-r-o-o-k-l-y-n
We gang bang and ride down on niggas(Pow hot!)
Dogg Pound on niggas
Who shot ya?, big dog gotcha
I'm notcha average nigga in the yappin'
Folks slappin, folks are smokin dope
And doin my thing, I'm on the muthafuckin East coast
From Brooklawn to Q.B. they know me
Up in Harlem World they say Snoop Dogg is a G
Ask P. Diddy, Lil' Cease, and Queen B
Eatin up at Justin's you seen me, rappin
Stackin my weapon in the limo
And 15 niggas tryin to hand me their demo
"Sign Me" my mind be on some other shit
If I'm slidin in the club nigga I'm tryin to bust a beeatch!
So in other words, all that rap shit kick it to the curb
Save it for the birds
Who got the muthafuckin herb?
And where the hoes at nigga? Shit, I'm tryin to get served
I got dick on a platter
Baby got a man Snoop Dogg, shit it don't matter
Ooh, ahh, Snoop dizzy gots to get busy
Especially when I'm tippin
Look here, and all you niggas talkin shit you just missed me
Cause on the real Flex none of ya'll can fuck with me
G's up, I'll make punk niggas freeze up
Pull dem Lees up, and leave dem sleeves up
Nigga, what the fuck?
You know about that D.P.G. Bad Boy connection
Connected by Funk Flex we in a Lexus
Or even the Suburban, swerve it to that Hot 9-7
B.I.G. rest in peace, I know your smilin in heaven
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