paroles de chanson Too Real - King Von

(D-D-DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)

Man, these niggas hoes (hoes), I already know (I know)
Tell him drop the lo' (what?) He gon' get exposed (get exposed)
Too real, I cannot go (I can't), plus, I keep a pole (keep my pole)
My chain white and gold (white and gold), wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow)

Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh), you diss then we gon' slide (what? Huh?)
He got shot, but he ain't die (what?) Sike, you know he died (uh-huh)
I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh), still, I'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)
I'm with E. Dogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh), free D. Rose, he ain't tell nothin'

How you real? Your homie just got killed (how?) And you still ain't did nothin' (what?)
You the type to get booked and tell on your friends and act like you ain't said nothin' (damn, damn)
I'll be damned, niggas know who I am (they know)
We got the call and spinned the van, we call it 2 a.m. (let's go)
Niggas think it's sweet since I got rich like I won't shoot at them (boom, boom)
I'm on the block, still fuck a broke nigga bitch, boy, I don't give a shit

Ice so cold I make her sick, know who my dentist is
I done shot so many men (what?) I think I'm 50 Cent (I think I am)
I ask once, won't ask again (I won't), know who you dealin' with
If I crack once, won't crack again (I won't), ain't with that feelin' shit (nah, nah, nah)

Man, these niggas hoes (hoes), I already know (I know)
Tell him drop the lo' (what?) He gon' get exposed (get exposed)
Too real, I cannot go (I can't), plus, I keep a pole (keep my pole)
My chain white and gold (white and gold), wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow)

Rap beef turned to homicide (uh-huh), you diss then we gon' slide (what? Huh?)
He got shot, but he ain't die (what?) Sike, you know he died (uh-huh)
I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh), still, I'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)
I'm with E. Dogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh), free D. Rose, he ain't tell nothin'