Buddah Bless - Real Nillaz lyrics

[Intro: sample (Ghostface k**ah)] "I'm two blind to -- see the light" "A fool can't -- see the light" (Yeah... uh-huh) "A fool can't -- see the light" (Yo.... yo....) [Ghostface k**ah] Portable DATs, Sony headphones El Dorado's, thousand dollar bottles, get blown Dippin' at Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks Dusted out Blondie, slide me, we wrote the bowl, we take the magnets Man handling the mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes I like eggs in my rice, circus money, read the Staten Island funnies Eighty seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the gumby Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for Glaciers Do it for cee-lo games, chasers Battle for b**hes, million dollar cribs Grandfather gamble those wit ribs Yes he did, life is wonderful, fly living rooms Bra** brooms, catch me in the city of wasps Dusted out with Doc Doom, slide you in Thirty six to the hip, you need Neo Sock it to me G.O., the block we spot V.O Live at the handball session, white Wimbledon's Send them, my throat is the top session for men Rap graduate, seen through the needles that was used by great f** around and get rocked for three notes And f** your b**h a** alligators When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge My man's dough made it --- [Chorus 2X: Buddah Bless] Real nillaz do real things Gold me'dal with the real bling Ghetto child with the real sling Throw the blaow, with the real aim Hold it down for your nillaz, keep it real man Lean back one time as you feel the liquor Light a match, one time, inhale the ciga' Blow the mack one time, when you k** a n***a Real always gonna recognize real, my nilla [Eyeslow] I hold it down with vets, make threats and take like chess Blow cess to sets, break life sweats Rep from the home of chrome, in eight flight steps Town houses, white grams, brown ounces After school drug deal courses, pound counslers Round thousands, rubberband, black accountants We them hood prowlers, live pushers Try to hook the stripper, before they wipin' out they eye boogers Stampede, nailed him, Sonny, Bronx Tale Them locked the doors, he's home, now you can't leave OD'ing in the Kennedy suite Too hot to think, move for my enemy streets I don't sleep cause the drama might catch you on the beauty nap It's doobie rap, feds want you with a b**bie trap [Chorus] [Interlude: sample] "Ooh I'm too blind -- I see the light" "A fool can't -- see the light" "A fool can't -- see the light" "But a fool -- a fool - can't see the light" "Ooh I'm too blind -- I see the light" "Ooh I'm too blind -- I see the light" "But a fool -- a fool - can't see the light" "A fool can't -- see the light" [Raekwon] Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces Colorful whips, slapped up bouncers Vouche, crawling like a unit Fly fragrance, faceless, rarely out of spaceships Many fakes got lynched, see all up on the graphic Taylor made mortals, leanin' on suede walls, leather's on Ballers, maybe Benz lensers, sprayin' out of sixes Christmas money, vicious consolidated drama rip b**hes The rich version of back, side scraper paper Wu belt makers, show & prove that all my sh** match Tri-colored diamond, foreign color five, all kinds of iron Swiss cheese, yo, big boy, we giants [Hook 2X: Eyeslow] Aiyo, my n***as get dramatic Pump shots, nine Glocks, semi-automatic Blat, take that, from this lyrical fanatic We can go to war, or just peep the diplomatic For paper, I'm an addict [Chorus]