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Daz Dillinger - On Some Real Lyrics




[ Featuring Rick Ross ]

I got trees in a Jar 23's on a car
You can bleed if I star we on the boulevard
Got straps simple as dat hand on the trigger
Need 30 mo' Oh's to add to these figures
See my necks so heavy gotta shine up the Chevy
See ya betta stay wit it or ya gon' get wet
Stay in the fresh shit new fly kicks
Hundred thousand dolla whip nigga dose dat trip
Get cha walk on, throw up ya set
Yea get it how you livin' nigga rep musik
Diamonds on my neck diamonds on my wrists
Just a lil' somethin' playa yeea money ain't shit
You know the clubs so packed, girls so stacked
Me and my niggas smokin' chronic in the back
Got ass so fat, I like it like that
When she get up all on it I'll beat it from the back

On some real shit
I gotta be the best
I gotta stay fresh
I represent the West
On some real shit
I'm all about the cash
A bitch wit some ass and some drink in my glass
On some real shit
We don't play no games
If you talk slick ya betta be prepared to bang
On some real shit
I got mo' bounce than an ounce
I'll do it to you bad for a large amount

It had to be a dope chain
Started wit the dope game
All about the cocaine
Tired of bein' poor man
Cracks in a niggas roof
Buckets just to catch the rain
Sellin' crack on the roof buckin' just to get a name
Now I'm crack in a roof open up the Bentley brains
No flaws in the stones, iced out urthang
Three colors on a wrist, watch cost another fifty
So So Def D-P-G f*ckin' on some real shit
West coast got the best smoke Miami hoes well known for the best throat
Miami well known for the best dope
Hit the cell phone now for the best quotes (quotes)
You see the pretty paint, you see I'm sittin high
I got a boat mo' the f*ck doin' 55 (on some real shit)
Don't let this 4 pound bang ya
This Rick Ross and them Dogg Pound Gangstas

On some real shit
I gotta be the best
I gotta stay fresh
I represent the West
On some real shit
I'm all about the cash
A bitch wit some ass and some drink in my glass
On some real shit
We don't play no games
If you talk slick ya betta be prepared to bang
On some real shit
I got mo' bounce than an ounce
I'll do it to you bad for a large amount

I eat Now and Later, poly seeds, love to smoke a lot of weed
Khaki shorts, white tees, all blue wilda C's
Gotta be the best in everything that I do
I'm a real motherf*cka (JD-How to f*ckin' stay true)
I stay away from the suckas mark cowards and bustas
See I'll put it on yo ass do it like no otha
On some real shit feel this, Check how I rep dis
See them niggaz C Walkin or dat A-Town steppin'
I'm so so def so so pathetic
They see a nigga ballin' and they wonder how I get it
I gotta keep a weapon, for dis typa profession
Nig incarcerate if you slippin' yup anyone can get it
On the turn fo' payed like the boss that I work for
Fatty Maserati and Ferrari and the Lambo', strapped like Rambo
Clip after clip, yea I love the set trip and love the sured up shit, but

On some real shit
I gotta be the best
I gotta stay fresh
I represent the West
On some real shit
I'm all about the cash
A bitch wit some ass and some drink in my glass
On some real shit
We don't play no games
If you talk slick ya betta be prepared to bang
On some real shit
I got mo' bounce than an ounce
I'll do it to you bad for a large amount

On some real shit
I gotta be the best
I gotta stay fresh
I represent the West
On some real shit
I'm all about the cash
A bitch wit some ass and some drink in my glass
On some real shit
We don't play no games
If you talk slick ya betta be prepared to bang
On some real shit
I got mo' bounce than an ounce
I'll do it to you bad for a large amount
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I got trees in a Jar 23's on a car
You can bleed if I star we on the boulevard
Got straps simple as dat hand on the trigger
Need 30 mo' Oh's to add to these figures
See my necks so heavy gotta shine up the Chevy
See ya betta stay wit it or ya gon' get wet
Stay in the fresh shit new fly kicks
Hundred thousand dolla whip nigga dose dat trip
Get cha walk on, throw up ya set
Yea get it how you livin' nigga rep musik
Diamonds on my neck diamonds on my wrists
Just a lil' somethin' playa yeea money ain't shit
You know the clubs so packed, girls so stacked
Me and my niggas smokin' chronic in the back
Got ass so fat, I like it like that
When she get up all on it I'll beat it from the back

On some real shit
I gotta be the best
I gotta stay fresh
I represent the West
On some real shit
I'm all about the cash
A bitch wit some ass and some drink in my glass
On some real shit
We don't play no games
If you talk slick ya betta be prepared to bang
On some real shit
I got mo' bounce than an ounce
I'll do it to you bad for a large amount

It had to be a dope chain
Started wit the dope game
All about the cocaine
Tired of bein' poor man
Cracks in a niggas roof
Buckets just to catch the rain
Sellin' crack on the roof buckin' just to get a name
Now I'm crack in a roof open up the Bentley brains
No flaws in the stones, iced out urthang
Three colors on a wrist, watch cost another fifty
So So Def D-P-G f*ckin' on some real shit
West coast got the best smoke Miami hoes well known for the best throat
Miami well known for the best dope
Hit the cell phone now for the best quotes (quotes)
You see the pretty paint, you see I'm sittin high
I got a boat mo' the f*ck doin' 55 (on some real shit)
Don't let this 4 pound bang ya
This Rick Ross and them Dogg Pound Gangstas

On some real shit
I gotta be the best
I gotta stay fresh
I represent the West
On some real shit
I'm all about the cash
A bitch wit some ass and some drink in my glass
On some real shit
We don't play no games
If you talk slick ya betta be prepared to bang
On some real shit
I got mo' bounce than an ounce
I'll do it to you bad for a large amount

I eat Now and Later, poly seeds, love to smoke a lot of weed
Khaki shorts, white tees, all blue wilda C's
Gotta be the best in everything that I do
I'm a real motherf*cka (JD-How to f*ckin' stay true)
I stay away from the suckas mark cowards and bustas
See I'll put it on yo ass do it like no otha
On some real shit feel this, Check how I rep dis
See them niggaz C Walkin or dat A-Town steppin'
I'm so so def so so pathetic
They see a nigga ballin' and they wonder how I get it
I gotta keep a weapon, for dis typa profession
Nig incarcerate if you slippin' yup anyone can get it
On the turn fo' payed like the boss that I work for
Fatty Maserati and Ferrari and the Lambo', strapped like Rambo
Clip after clip, yea I love the set trip and love the sured up shit, but

On some real shit
I gotta be the best
I gotta stay fresh
I represent the West
On some real shit
I'm all about the cash
A bitch wit some ass and some drink in my glass
On some real shit
We don't play no games
If you talk slick ya betta be prepared to bang
On some real shit
I got mo' bounce than an ounce
I'll do it to you bad for a large amount

On some real shit
I gotta be the best
I gotta stay fresh
I represent the West
On some real shit
I'm all about the cash
A bitch wit some ass and some drink in my glass
On some real shit
We don't play no games
If you talk slick ya betta be prepared to bang
On some real shit
I got mo' bounce than an ounce
I'll do it to you bad for a large amount
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Writer: DELMAR DREW ARNAUD, JAMES PHILLIPS, JERMAINE DUPRI, RICK ROSS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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