Текст (слова) песни: Nelly - Real Niggaz

 
Real niggas ride wit` us 
You haters gotta ride the bus 
Smoke `til when my brain gon` bust 
Bank account so plush, the FEDs on us 
Real niggas ride wit` us (and dime ladies) 
You haters gotta ride the bus (we drop crazy) 
Smoke `til when my brain gon` bust 
Bank account so plush, the FEDs on us (x2) (chorus)  
 
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 somethin mo` and hop in the Range with me 
 
Check, check 
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 
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me 
`Cause only.... 
 
 [Chorus]  
 
I`m like the battery, I come through every door on a cell (Duracell) 
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`s 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?" 
(yours Nelly) 
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 ladie`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 `til our brain gon` bust 
Gettin head in the back of the truck, City what up 
I`m like only.... 
 
 [Chorus x2] 
 

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