Really Doe

Ain't nobody talkin' when I'm talkin', fellas So shut the f**k up And who the f**k are you? Steppin' up in my motherf**kin', uh Chuck Taylors, Knick kickers, Wallabee's, Cossacks On my a*s, I got the um, um, khakis, 501's On my back I got the uh, sweatshirt You know, with the fat three creases Uh, my T-shirt, Slingshot, uh, khaki shirt Um and I got the K-cutter in my in my pocket Uh, got the afro, the braids Motherf**kin' uh, rollers You got to believe, somethin' And I just ask my motherf**kin' self, uh To G or not to G is the question And like Smith told Wesson I'm shady with the 380 old school diploma I'll leave that a*s in a coma So, if you got a herringbone Welcome to the terror dome Two-eleven, sorry rReverend Oh my God, gettin' robbed Reach for the small, Atomic Dog Hard to swallow, janky as Rollo Count to ten and don't try to follow 'Cause just like Waco, I can take fo' ATF to they death Bust a left on Western, go and get a room Don't want to be a felon like Stacey Koon Get the right bitch, hit the light switch Here we go, tap that a*s like this, really doe West Side Lench Mob 'Cause I'm a motherf**kin' G 'Cause I'm a motherf**kin' Thirty in a holdin' tank, catch the vapors Make me a pillow out of toilet paper Concrete bench kickin' off the hemorrhoids Ese's deep, don't f**k with dem boys Phone check, collect call from the baller Her mama said, "Please don't call her" Do-Wah-Diddy, far from New Jack City Seen one of my peers, "What the f**k you doin' in here?" He said, "One-eighty-seven on the enemy" And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy Deputy bitch thinks she's the Queen Bee Ink on my thumb, index and pinky Sir, what set you from? Play dumb General population Mama, put your house up and I can bounce up Out this motherf**ker, that's why I love ya Out like a boss with a half-pint of sauce Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross What a friend know? Buy some indo Never f**k with a silly hoe, really doe Really doe, bitch 'Cause I'm a motherf**kin' G Goddamn I'm a motherf**kin' G Yup, that's right 'Cause I'm a motherf**kin' G Goddamn I'm a Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick You s*cker-for-love-a*s trick So don't run up, wit' ya gun up 'Cause I got the back breaker, double pump, rump shaker 'Cause we can play hookie in the Aqua Boogie With concrete Nikes, ya gets no stripes Livin' unforgiven with the mic on And punks runnin' like 'roaches with the light on And that's all the shit I'm startin' bust a cap Like Jerome. M. Martin You lookin' for a punk with benefits 'Cause you got a baby, that take many shits And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit Scopin', hopin', thighs open But I kick back, six-pack and hit the Phillie slow Hooker hoe, really doe Ice Cube, yup 'Cause I'm a motherf**kin' G Goddamn I'm a motherf**kin' G Really doe, west side 'Cause I'm a motherf**kin' G Motherf**kin' O, motherf**kin' G East side South side 'Cause I'm a motherf**kin' G G, G, G, motherf**kin' G North side And who the f**k are you?