Rick Ross - On Some Real sh** lyrics

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Rick Ross - On Some Real sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Daz] I got trees in a Jar 23's on a car You can bleed if I star we on the bulevaurd Got straps simple as dat hand on the trigger Need 30 mo' Ohhhhh's to add to these figures See my necks so heavy gotta shine up the Chevy See ya betta stay wit it or ya gon' get wet Stay in the fresh sh** new fly kicks Hundred thousand dolla whip n***a dose dat triiiiiip Get cha walk on, throw up ya set Yea get it how you livin' n***a rep musik Diamonds on my neck diamonds on my wrists Just a lil somethin playa yeea money ain't shiiiiiit You know the clubs so packed, girls so stacked Me and my n***as smokin chronic in the back Got a** so fat, I like it like that When she get up all on it I'll beat it from the back.... [Hook] On some real sh** I gotta be the best I gotta stay fresh I represent the West On some real sh** I'm all about the cash A b**h wit some a** and some drink in my gla** On some real sh** We don't play no games If you talk slick ya betta be prepared to bang On some real sh** I got mo' bounce than an ounce I'll do it to you bad for a large amount [Rick Ross] It had to be a dope chain Started wit the dope game All about the c**aine Tired of bein poor mayne Cracks in a n***as roof Buckets just to catch the rain Sellin crack on the roof buckin just to get a name Now I'm crack in a roof open up the bentley brains No flaws in the stones, iced out urrrthang Three colors on a wrist, watch cost anotha fifty So So Def D-P-G f**in on some real sh** West coast got the best smoke Miami hoes well known for the best throat Miami well known for the best dope Hit the cell phone now for the best quotes (quotes) You see the pretty paint, you see I'm sitting high I got a boat mo' the f** doin 55 (on some reeeeal sh**) Don't let this 4 puond bang ya This Rick Ross and them Dogg Pound Gangstas [Hook] [Daz] I eat Now & Later, poly seeds, love to smoke a lot of weed Kahki shorts, white tees, all blue wilda C's Gotta be the best in everything that I do I'mma real mothaf**a (JD-How to f**in stay trueee) I stay away from the s**as mark cowards and bustas See I'll put it on yo a** do it like no otha On some real sh** feel this, Check how I rep this See them n***as C Walkin or dat A-Town stepping I'm so so def so so pathetic They see a n***a ballin and they wonder how I get it I gotta keep a weapon, for this type of profession Nig incarcerate if you slipping yup anyone can get it On the turn fo' payed like the boss that I work for Fatty Mazerati and Ferrari and the Lambo, strapped like Rambo Clip after clip, yeah, I love the set trip and love the sured up sh**, but [Hook x2]