Eazy-e - Real Muthaphukkin G's lyrics

Intro Comp-ton Comp-ton Comp-ton Real muthaphuckkin g's... Real muthaphuckkin g's... Real muthaphuckkin g's... Verse one Hey yo doctor, here's another proper crack And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper And let that real sh** provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc And you'll get smoked and i hope that yer fans understand When ya talk about playin me, the same records that ya Makin' is payin me Motherf** dre Motherf** snoop Motherf** d**h row Yo, and here comes me left blow 'cuz i'm the e-a-z-y-e, and this is the season To let the real motherf**in g's in, ya like a kid ya Found a pup and now yer dapper, but tell me where the f** ya found ya found an anorexic rapper Talkin 'bout who ya go squabble with and who ya shoot You're only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots Damn e, they tried to fade you on dre day But dre day only met eazy's pay day All of a sudden dr dre is a g thang, but on his Old album cover he was a she thang So n***a please, n***a please don't step to deez Motherf**in' real g's Yo dre, what's up? *bang* Yo dre, what's up? *bang* Now take it to the rapper, claimin to be dapper then The dresta, smoother then a b**h but dre's a rollin Gangster, ain't broke a law in yer life, yet every time you rap You yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look And the n***a, and you'll capture the fact, that the ba*tard is Simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slang And the mental, of n***az in compton, wattz, and south central Never ever once have you ran with the turf, yet in every verse you Claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness To your f**in work, so ya never had no buiness, so Save the drama jerk, n***az straight k** me Knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to You studio gangsters,see i did dirt, i did work, so Many n***az can vouch that, so since i got stripes I got the right to rap about that, but n***az like you I gotta hate ya, i'm tired of suburbian n***az talkin about They comin from projects Knowin ya ain't seen the parts of the streets g Think ya tryin bang around the time of the peace treaty Wearin khackis and ya mob while ya ryhme, little f*g Tried to sag, but he's gettin flooded at the same time, And ya set don't accecpt ya, so ya scared to kick it with yer homies 'cuz ya know they don't respect ya, so n***a please check Nuts before ya step to deez, motherf**in real g's Verse three Well, it the knocc out, definition orginal baby gangster Approach me like you hard, motherf**er i'mma bank ya Shank ya, with my f**in shank, if i havta Dr dre an snoop dogy dogg are f**in actors Pranksters, studio gangsters, busters But this time yer dealin with some real motherf**ers G's, n***a please, don't try to step Because if ya do, and i pill cap is all that would be left See, young n***az like me, will break ya off somthin, Claimin my city, but dre you ain't from compton n***az like ya'll is what i call wanna be's it aint sh** compared To real motherf**in' g's Funky is this track... Yo dre, what's up? *bang* Yo dre, what's up? *bang* I never met an og who never did sh** wrong Ya tried to dis the eazy-e so now n***a it's on you And ya doggy dogg, think yer all honk and sh** Both of you b**hes, can come and s** my doggy's dick Beatin a b**h don't make ya sh**, but then agian some n***az Think it makes a man, damn it's a trip How a n***a could switch so quick from wearin lipstick To smokin on chronic at picnics, and now ya think yer bigger But to me you ain't nothin but a b**h a** n***a Who ain't worth a food stamp, but at Deat row, i hear yer gettin treated like boot camp Gotta follow yer seargents directions, or get yer a** Pumped with a smith and wesson, learn a lesson from the e Stay in your place and don't step to real motherf**in g's Yo dre, what's up? *bang* Boy ya should have known by now.. Yo dre (what's up?) *bang* Boy ya should have known by now... Yo dre (what's up?) *bang* Boy ya should have known by now, eazy duz it....