Spice 1 - No Real G'z lyrics

Chorus x2 They don't make no more (no more), real n***as like us (real gangsta rappers) BLAOW! They don't make real n***as like us no more [Verse 1] Take you back and kick some sh** about the old school days When me and 2pac use to smash through the motherf**in' bay He use to live by the lake, right by the parkway exit We use to pull bad b**hes and get 'em a**-hole naked I was doin' the "In My Neighborhood" video shoot Just about the same time my n***a Pac did "Juice" That n***a came through my video and said "Whatsup-er" Spice 1, do that rap sh** where you stutter Was a bad motherf**er, we both laughed at eachother Off the good Bin Laden bomb indo smoke True gun clappers, days of the real gangsta rappers But in this time and day, sh**, it dont matter If the n***a liked the party they gonna give him the role Too many s**ers in disguise wearin' gangsta's clothes You can tell when you look in my eyes that I'm a ridah Ready to dump and bust slugs for my motherf**in' partna'z BLAOW Chorus x2 [Verse 2] There will never be another Pac, or Scarface Another Ice Cube n***a, won't be another Dr. Dre And what about the D.O.C. he made noise But man, that sh** was f**ed up when he lost his voice Real gangsta rappers, MC Eiht and DJ Quick Them n***as had me fired up with all that g**n sh** Don't forget Eazy E or the OG Ice T That n***a Too $hort use to pick me up from highschool G The real pioneers of the gangsta rap scene I use to open for N.W.A. at seventeen Use to be a jacka, call me the real gangsta rapper WESTSIDE n***a home of the playas pimps and macks We the originators of gangsta sh**, we love to spit it Tell the real, let these motherf**ers know the ordeal I remember Dub C (W.C.) when he came wit the MAAD Circle From the north to the south Cali n***as was spittin verbals Chorus x2 [Verse 3] You know JIVE Records had to travel to the east Cause this gangsta rap sh** was blowin up like yeast f** with my n***a Noreaga and my n***a Cam'Ron My n***as from all over Queens, Brooklyn and Bronx Even though I'm comin' from W.E.S.T Some of the n***as on the east got love for me Real gangsta rappers, they respectin' this thug sh** Cause it was 187 dump a n***a in a ditch Even if a motherf**er wasn't likin' our rap He had to respect this motherf**in Glock in my lap When it comes to real gangsta rappers I'm one of the last So catch a glimpse of a motherf**in blast from the past Spice 1, Bossalini, Fetti Chico Soprano Put a slug up in your a** have you singin' Soprano They don't make real n***as like us no mo' But you can catch me signin' autographs and doin' a show BLAOW!! Chorus til end (with talking)