Aaron Dontez Yates - Bobby Be Real lyrics

[Intro: Slaine] Tell them motherf**ers to shut the f** up in the background! There's a new song and dance going on! [Verse 1: Slaine] Up in the MGM Grand with 10 g's in his hand Coked out, drinkin', thinkin' of the reasons he's planned For sh** to get hot as the summer til it's freezin' again Bullets pop off, hit you like it's grease from the pan Man, he don't he believe in the law Is it all regards? Demons 'n lords Stackin' the paper, schemin' the broads Whats his name, is it Steven or George? Half of the time, that's where the crime is Kids, he's been involved Scare bids, even it off Divas got his evening revolving Not even the problem, the meanest of all But the semen's evolved to get his penis and balls in Lisa and all, who's a piece of sh** who*e With some creaks in her jaw that squeaks like a dolphin He don't even do d**, he's getting off em He crashes into a wall, crawls in the coffin [Hook: Slaine]x2 Bobby Be Real, (Bobby Be Real) They told him "Bobby Be Real" (Bobby Be Real) They said life isn't easy Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel (Hold on that wobbly wheel ohh) [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I told em before you go to pack a Jimmy With a Jammy, cause who you like is pokin' Minnie She's open like Cedars, Mickey D's and Denny's He never listen, so we don't take any Hopped on the b**h naked, when she got the clapper Somebody was at the door, they came to jack her Broke in the crib, every one of em got the strappers But Bobby done brung nothing but his dirty dagger These psycho shooters came and plotted the ho Seen a s**a so they shot at the bro They want Bobby straight demolished, abolished And then they caught it, I woulda brought in the fo The family's all blood Sick as hell cause something raw called I was one of the friends at Bobby's funeral like “oh no!” [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Madchild] I got a problem I think that probably my kemosabe's actually Bobby Five in the morning, down in the lobby Drunk but on coke so he's not even wobbly He got his problems, hope he can solve em Talking to b**hes that look like a goblin He's doing coke and he think that she's dope But her feet are as big as a couple toboggans Once every month or so, quits and goes joggin' Knowing there's something that's wrong with his noggin Spends all his money and drives a jalopy Actin's his pa**ion and rap is his hobby Smashin' and bashin', his fashion is sloppy Laughin' and lashin' out, actin' up oddly He's got a crew, and when they all start mobbin' That's when my brother Slaine turns into Bobby [Hook x2]