Lyrics Real Niggaz - St. Lunatics
Real
niggas
ride
wit'
us
You
haters
gotta
ride
the
bus
Smoke
till
when
my
brain
gon'
bust
Bank
account
so
plush,
the
fed's
on
us
Real
niggas
ride
wit'
us
You
haters
gotta
ride
the
bus
Smoke
till
when
my
brain
gon'
bust
Bank
account
so
plush,
the
fed's
on
us
Kyjuan's
a
preppy
hippy,
cross
the
bridgy
of
Mississippi
I
slang
thangs,
make
bread,
easy
like
Jiffy
Call
me
a
cool
nigga
or
a
Mr.
Refriger
Kids
ask
me
"Mr.
can
you
get
crunk
and
jiggy?"
I
reply
quickly,
bottle
of
Andres
or
Crissy
Smoke
backyard
or
sticky,
my
man,
watch
me
get
busy
I
wake
up
with
two
dimes,
both
named
Nikki
I'm
a
playa
dirty,
no
passion
marks,
no
hickies
Cats
make
me
sick
when
I
roll
through
y'all
city
Lookin'
like
angry
mad,
face
mad,
teeth
gritty
You
gon'
make
me
go
back
into
my
days
of
U-City
Cornrows,
penny
bros
and
new
Dickies
Ahh
shit,
when
situation
looks
shitty
I
got
that
thang
with
me,
plus
I
Puff
like
Diddy
You
niggas
can't
hang
with
me,
or
pop
the
pain
with
me
So
wrap
some
mo'
and
hop
in
the
Range
with
me
No
picture
me
rollin',
Optimo,
glocka
four-four
Four-do'
Range
Rov',
mink
with
matchin'
Kangol
Whole
hood
like
"Oh",
freakin'
'em
out
they
mind
D's
with
diamonds
on
'em,
jackers,
I
know
they
want
'em
Not,
you
see
the
watch,
Rollie
or
G-shot
You
hear
me
four,
five
blocks
before
you
see
me,
that's
the
knock
I
need
not
speak
on
that,
I
speak
on
Zack
And
how
he
better
fix
my
shit
or
give
my
eight
G's
back
Salute
the
rugged,
flip
screen,
you
gotta
love
it
Navigational
system
behind
the
ten,
duckin'
the
public
Take
my
chain
off
to
thaw
out,
battle
four
out
We
fill,
the
fattest
wad
a
hun'neds
you
ever
saw
out
Son
break
the
jar
out,
twist
the
muskie
Only
real
niggas
ride
and
smoke,
patna
trust
me
If
I'm
lyin',
bad
mouth,
slap
then
crush
me
Cus
me,
suplex
lamb,
grab
the
nine
and
bust
me
'Cause
only
real
niggas
ride
wit'
us
You
haters
gotta
ride
the
bus
Smoke
till
when
my
brain
gon'
bust
Bank
account
so
plush,
the
fed's
on
us
Real
niggas
ride
wit'
us
You
haters
gotta
ride
the
bus
Smoke
till
when
my
brain
gon'
bust
Bank
account
so
plush,
the
fed's
on
us
I'm
like
the
battery,
I
come
through
every
door
on
a
cell
Mr.
Energizer,
forever
ready
to
make
a
mil'
Fuck
that
Cris',
let
it
spill,
I
hit
the
gas,
and
make
it
peel
I'm
smokin'
twenty
inches
of
Parelli,
wha,
up
off
the
wheel
I
hit
the
jewelry
store
at
noon,
slight
case
of
the
chills
I
got
the
face
too
damn
chunky,
'cause
it
still
read
"Twelve"
Well,
hell,
not
a
shit
starter
but
I
be
startin'
some
shit
Half
the
time
I'm
in
the
club,
half
the
niggas
gettin'
pissed
Me,
got
they
miss,
I
done,
caught
they
wrist
And
they
be
thinkin'
you
cockblockin'
'cause
you
gave
her
a
kiss
I
walks
over
to
your
bitch
and
asks
her
"Who's
is
this?"
Tell
'em
one
more
time
just
in
case
he
forgets
I
be
the
sleepy
eyed,
kinky
guy,
the
chinky
eye
Comin'
be
like
I,
ay,
EI,
ready
the
guy
Nigga
hella
high,
country
grammar,
yellin
"EI"
Fuckin'
your
cutie
pie,
forty-nine,
not
gettin'
none
You
shoulda'
seen
this
lady's
face
when
I
walked
in
the
bank
I'm
the
school
boy,
I'm
Hollywood,
smellin'
like
dank
Lookin'
like
I
don't
know
left
from
right
Holdin'
a
check,
got
the
whole
front
desk
like
"Murphy's
set
for
life"
I
agree
wit'
em,
I
exchange
sacks
with
seeds
in
'em
Drivin'
eighty
in
the
rainiest
Rov',
TV's
in
'em
I'm
St.
Lou,
plus
true
to
the
arch
equals
I'm
real
I'm
Hollywood,
plus
true
to
the
heart
equals
a
mil'
I'm
killin'
y'all,
matter
fact
I'm
killin'
myself
In
a
category
with
T-Boz,
I'm
feelin'
myself
It
gets
no
better,
Slo
says
it
gotta
get
better
Gotta
get
wood,
gotta
get
dubs,
we
gotta
get
leather
I'm
like,
what,
real
playas
roll
on
dubs
Lunatics
like
And
haters
can't
kick
it
wit'
us
and
our
blunts
tight
We
smokin
till
our
brain
gon'
bust
Gettin'
head
in
the
back
of
the
truck,
City
what
up
I'm
like
only
real
niggas
ride
wit'
us
You
haters
gotta
ride
the
bus
Smoke
till
when
my
brain
gon'
bust
Bank
account
so
plush,
the
fed's
on
us
Real
niggas
ride
wit'
us
You
haters
gotta
ride
the
bus
Smoke
till
when
my
brain
gon'
bust
Bank
account
so
plush,
the
fed's
on
us
Real
niggas
ride
wit'
us
You
haters
gotta
ride
the
bus
Smoke
till
when
my
brain
gon'
bust
Bank
account
so
plush,
the
fed's
on
us
Real
niggas
ride
wit'
us
You
haters
gotta
ride
the
bus
Smoke
till
when
my
brain
gon'
bust
Bank
account
so
plush,
the
fed's
on
us
1 Groovin Tonight
2 Just For You - Intro
3 S.T.L.
4 Okay
5 Summer In The City
6 Mad Baby Daddy Skit - Pt. 1
7 Boom D Boom
8 Midwest Swing
9 Show 'Em What They Won
10 Let Me In Now
11 Dis Iz Da Life
12 MBD Skit, Pt. 2
13 Scandalous
14 Groovin Tonight
15 Jang A Lang
16 MBD Skit, Pt. 3
17 Real Niggaz
18 Here We Come
19 Love You So
20 Love You So
21 MBD Skit, Pt. 4
22 Batter Up
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.