If It Ain’t Real Mac Dre (Ft. Coolio Da' Unda' Dogg, Juggy, Messy Marv, Naked, San Quinn & Seff the Gaffla)

[Intro: Messy Marv, San Quinn]
Yeah, Fillmore in the motherfuckin' house
Crestside (Crestside)
The Rompalation
That's how we do thangs
GLP represent with Messy Marv
Fillmore in the hidnouse, you understand what I'm sayin'?
On The Rompalation, if it ain't real, it ain't right
Phony motherfuckers out here, you understand what I'm sayin'?
But we gon' keep the game tight
We tighter and laced like two boots
We ain't new recruits in this shit, you understand me?
On The Rompalation, nigga

[Verse 1: Messy Marv]
Feds and the ATF, they try to clown
'Cause we connected Fillmore with the 3C's down
Nigga, I gets around
Mac Dre, you know these niggas'll love to playa hate
But watch the Glock bounce, rock and skate
Through they cranium and travel to they mid-brain
More murder (More murder), more cocaine (More cocaine)
That's the theme, came thicker than Gold Medal flour
Y'all got the game mixed up, it's the money then the power
And these good-for-nothing bitches come along with the riches
And on your safe, that hoe is plottin' for the digits
Y'all got it twisted, like Mac Mall, get some Get Right
And dump on that ho, .45 Calico infrared light
The game ain't right, a Fillmore nigga stick to the script
Never trust a bitch with your sack, a cuddie around your stack
And sees this cat, from the F-I-double-L-M-O-iggidy
To the 7-0-Siggidy, Seff tha Gaffla, San Quinn and young Miggidy
You niggas ain't feelin' me, my nigga Coolio put me in the giggidy
From the SF-siggidy, to the V, if it ain't real it ain't riggidy