paroles de chanson Do You Really - 8Ball , MJG
[Eightball
talking]
Yeah
it's
time
to
get
crunked
up
in
this
bitch
You
know
what
I'm
talkin
about
Yeah.
Eightball
& MJG,
for
my
real
niggaz
Layin
it
down
("Eightball,
MJG")
for
all
my
real
niggaz
Yeah.
("Eightball.")
Uhh.
("MJG.")
Let's
get
it
crunk
up
in
this
bitch
("Eightball.")
Where
ya
at?
("MJG.")
Where
ya
at
huh?
Where
ya
at
huh?
Where
ya
at?
Where
ya
at
huh?
. ("Eightball,
MJG")
This
for
all
them.
real
gangsta-ass
nigga
Yeah.
for
all
them
real,
gangsta-ass
bitches
Yaknowhamsayin?
My
brothers
gettin
money
out
here
yaknowhamsayin?
("Eightball,
MJG
you
know
we
can't
be
touched")
Real
underground
lovin
muh'fuckers
("Eightball")
Get
the
club
buck
("Eightball,
MJG
you
know
we
can't
be
touched")
Yaknahmtalkinbout?
Yeah,
yeah.
[MJG]
MJ,
G
up
in
yo
shit
like
some
toilet
paper
Get
fresh
wit
me
nigga
I'ma
spoil
it
later
You'll
float
backside
up
in
a
swamp
of
gators
Then
youse
a
snack-sized
nigga,
formerly
a
hater
[Eightball]
Heavyweighters,
street
poetry
creators
Double-barrel
blast
for
you
pimp
game
perpetrators
Cain't
touch
us,
I
know
you
wanna
be
us
Fake-ass
rappers
can't
fuck
wit
what
we
bust
[Hook]
WHOA!
- Do
you
really
wanna
get
crunk?
HEYY!
- Do
you
really
wanna
get
buck?
WHOA!
- Do
you
really
wanna
get
crunk?
HEYY!
- All
my
players,
all
my
gangstas
WHOA!
- Do
you
really
wanna
get
crunk?
HEYY!
- Do
you
really
wanna
get
buck?
WHOA!
- Do
you
really
wanna
get
crunk?
HEYY!
- All
my
hustlers,
all
my
grinders
[Eightball]
Roll
through,
one
deep,
heat
in
the
waistband
Jealous-ass
niggaz
might
try
and
touch
a
made
man
Crazy
rap
fans,
followin
my
rap
van
Wanna
get
a
hug,
wanna
shake
a
playa
hand
Smoke
somethin,
I'm
a
fiend
for
the
sticky
green
My
whole
team
keep
it
clean
like
a
pinky
ring
Hardcore
like
a
scene
in
Cabrini
Green
Plenty
green
get
a
young
nigga
anything
Excursion,
Escalade
with
the
big
rims
Denim
suits,
soulja
rag
with
my
gold
Timbs
Poppin
pills
like
a
nigga
eatin
M&M's
Shoppin
deals
at
the
table
wit
the
best
of
them
Leave
the
rest
of
them,
way
in
the
back
Weak-ass
rappers
get
smoked
like
a
sack
Fat
Boy
did
that,
didn't
nobody
help
me
MJ
to
the
G
[MJG]
Do
you
really
wanna
get
buck?
Then
tell
the
truth,
I
don't
give
a
fuck
Each
day
is
a
blessin,
I'ma
live
it
up
Put
ya
best
South
fit
in
the
cleaner
(Da-da-dun-da-dunnn)
Hit
the
horn
like
Leana
I
never
seen
a,
party
crunker
than
the
one
I'm
in
Bitch
pullin
contest
we
done
won
again
We
hit
the
scene
all
the
women
start
swarmin
in
I
feel
like
I
died,
went
to
heaven
and
born
again
Pimp
tight,
MJ
fuckin
G
Deathwish
meant
for
anybody
touchin
me
I'ma
hit
the
dancefloor
with
a
attitude
Who's
the
killer
now?
Tell
me
who's
the
badder
dude?
Who's
the
one
who
ain't
afraid
to
let
the
bullets
fly?
If
you
know
you
ain't
gon'
use
it,
why
you
pull
it
why?
Do
you
really
wanna
kill
me
and
do
time?
And
leave
ya
kids
and
ya
girlfriend
left
behind?
[Hook]
[MJG]
Do
you
really
wanna
hit
the
sauna,
with
some
bitches
and
marijuana?
Sailboats
offa
the
beaches
of
California
Getcha
game
tighter
as
a
fist
and
the
ice
that's
on
it
Y'all
ain't
crunker
than
us,
ghetto
performers
Street
roamers,
still
keepin
the
heat
on
us
Corner
on
a
nice
day,
nigga
just
thought
I'd
warn
ya
Eightball
and
MJG,
we
the
buckest
Dope
shit
nigga,
roll
us
up
in
the
Duchess
[Eightball]
One
of
the
hardest
niggaz
that
you
will
ever
meet
Two
of
the
hardest
niggaz
to
bust
over
beats
It's
all
real,
never
fantasy
or
incomplete
Incomplete
emcees
just
can't
compete
Hear
defeat,
I'm
elite
when
I
grab
a
sheet
Grab
a
pen
and
compose
what
my
life
hold
Fuck
what
a
nigga
stole
I'ma
still
roll
Fifty
deep,
fifty
feet
from
you
weak
hoes
[Hook
to
fade]
Album
Almost Famous
1 Thorn
2 Spit
3 No Sellout
4 Holla Back
5 Live This
6 Daddy
7 Slab Rider
8 Do You Really
9 2nite (Don't Do It)
10 Witcha Lookin' A**
11 Stripes
12 Like Dat
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