Lyrics Real As They Came - Pop-A-Lot

God waiting with the white girl
Nino breeze with the trees
Fuck a bitch and her Besty called the plug like south west T
Hello
You have A collect call from Guy fisher
This was way back in 89 when the Miami boys had homicide with em
Rich porter real fly nigga
Yeah I see you nigga shinin
They uncle Ice with the double cross
Rip to doorbell like that was my nigga
Rayful the customers fuck with me
I'm trying to get it OG double D
Talk that shit like Blade ice wood
Like A nigga really from the D
This for them niggas like Eddie Jackson on 7 mile wit 100 keys

Damn
Lord forgive me for this trap shit
Sergeant smack make it backflip
Telly Hankton wit the Action
Wit the Vatos speaking Spanish
Frank Matthews how I vanish

Came back like I'm king tut
Gold BBS's on A Beamer
When Fat Cat was tearing Queens up

Ball of the profit not the reup
Fly like Puerto Rican Jesus
Uptown like I'm Baby Maine
Just caught A touchdown from the Bay

Mac Blast how I wanna play
Feel like LiL D back in 88
In the backseat me And James Beasley flicking up like this crazy ain't it

Swear on everything kept it 100 racks
Like supreme magnetic and his brother rap
Judge would give your ass 100 flat
Some niggas left here and ain't coming back

Real
Im bout we real as they came
It's like we all wanted kilogram fame
2.5 Just to get in the game
We wanted bitches and chains
And the riches and fame
But watch out
Snitches ull mention your name