Kevin McCall - Real Hip Hop sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Look, illest of the illest I'm a sick soul A little margarita blend so I sip slow Too talented type of n***a I'm kinda schizo But never out of my element I let that fifth go Shots in the club panic at the disco She of that MDMA that's from Frisco Hella chips call me mister Nabisco Is that your b**h cause she, won't let my go wrist go My technique is just s** freaks Skinny dip with hot models, b**hes and lesbies I'mma put my tongue on they soul like a SB But they don't know they scum to my soul they're just s**y I'mma play dumb play that role in that SV, it's ridiculous And can I get a girl with real a** and tits Most respect in the world to my real n***as Cause, all them fake n***as make me wanna k** n***as I stand alone f** that gang bang sh** They Nintendo blowing n***as cause this game ain't sh** Uh, it's relevant that I'm better than these 'veterans' They are sleeping on me like I been givin' them sedatives Sometimes I wish I had better friends and better peers Cause I know when that cheddar ends they disappear [Verse 2: Kevin McCall] Damn! Where they go? Where they go? Where they go, huh? See I'm doper than that sh** Pookie was on in New Jack City This is why I'm getting rich without trying I ain't like fifty Cause what good is being rich if you're dying that sh** is silly Call the the chain TLC all the ice'll make you chilly I'm a pimp so you know I'm snatching your broad I'm a real star, you're Patrick from SpongeBob And in my city to the streets I'm Freeway Ricky Cus I keep the streets flooded with that crack music I be selling CD's like them n***as push kilos But I don't push weight unless there's plates in the weight room Why you think I'm BUF? Blowin' Up Fast Call me lead foot cause I be heavy on the gas You would think I was a Spartan, 300 on the dash Either that or a martian in a space aircraft Cause when you see that whip that I have You be like "What the f** was that?!"