Styles P - Real n***a lyrics

[Intro] Uhh, that's right uhh Uhh, that's right I'm a (real n***a) {*6X*} Dope dealer [Ray J] Probably catch me up in the club with some bad b**hes I remember nights when I didn't, have b**hes I remember days when I didn't, have riches That's why I'm in the club now champagne spillin I'm in the club now, I'm a big spender Ice on my neck and diamonds on my suspenders, I'm no beginner My ex-girl, she keep callin me trippin But I keep tryin to tell her that I'ma stay pimpin I bought a cream Bentley, black Lamborghini Three or fo' houses, 15 hemi's [Chorus: Ray J] I'm a boss pret' ladyyyyy You wanna roll with them dollar signs babyyyyy (I'm a) real n***a, (I'm a) real n***a (I'm a) real n***a, (I'm a) real n***a (I'm a) real n***a, (I'm a) real n***a Real n***a, yeahhhh (I'm a) real n***a, (I'm a) real n***a - smoke some weed (I'm a) real n***a, (I'm a) real n***a - work all day (I'm a) real n***a, (I'm a) real n***a - f** all night Real n***a, yeahhhh [Styles P] Styles P, Ray J You know what it is, D Block Used to play the hill and have a dream of the house That's the house on the hill, count up the mil' on the couch, ouch Kinda hurt to do dirt, but it work, look at the stash now (Look at it) Three rooms filled with cash now Did dope deals, did coke deals Hundred dollar bills trick, tell me how the smoke feel (how it feel?) Used to be hand-me-downs and no frills I'm a real n***a, know I keep it so trill (so trill) I'm on the grind like the blender is Work where the fender is, don't know what pretendin is Real n***as do real things Better act like you know it, find out the agenda miss Yeah! [Chorus] [Ray J] I'm in my condo downtown With a girl that I flew in from out of town Drop the top, now we cruisin around town 1 o'clock we hit the club and go shut it down See I don't wanna make you feel like you're a rebound But girl I'll fly you in and fly you right back out of town You flyin OUT, while another girl's flyin in At 9 o'clock, the pimpin begins again (I'm pimpin baby!) [Styles P] Real n***a, real jiggy, bossy baby (boss) Bright red CL, call it saucy 'cedes Handguns everywhere (everywhere) in case n***as get on me I bet I get 'em off me baby I'm awfully crazy (crazy) You in the presence of a gangsta like me, you just forced to pay me You know? [Chorus] [Outro] The game won't change The game won't change