paroles de chanson Reality - Tha Dogg Pound
What
is
reality?
Motherfuckers
out
here
don't
know
shit
They
ain't
tryin
to
know
shit
Just
a
dumb
motherfucker
out
here
tryin
to
represent
Get
my
motherfuckin
paper
You
don't
think
so?
Well
then
fuck
you
hoe
Cause
I'm
ridin
on
trucks,
banked
all
that
type
of
shit
Gotta
get
paid
motherfucker
(Kurupt)
Fuck
dreamin
the
same
dreams,
bein
down
for
the
same
team
When
it
seems
to
be
reality
is
just
a
dream
Eye
to
eye,
the
colors
that
I
wear
is
do
or
die
When
I
walk
down
the
street,
will
I
meet
evil
in
disguise
So,
I
tote
a
fo'-fo'
with
hollow
tips
While
my
mind
tellin
me
'should
I
not',
or
'should
I
peel
it?'
What
I
represent
God
only
knows
what
lies
for
myself
Jealousy
and
hatred
niggaz
is
out
for
my
wealth
Will
I
perish?
Later
selfish
for
the
rest
of
my
life
Cause
those
who
live
wrong
is
bound
to
live
a
short
life
Will
money
be
the
root
of
my
destruction?
Without
the
money
I
can't
even
seem
to
function
(Dat
Nigga
Daz)
Now
there's,
nowhere,
for
me,
to
turn
There's
nowhere
for
me
to
hide
from
reality
As
complex
as
the
situation
gets
I
remain
I
maintain,
ain't
that
much
strain
To
make
me
twist
myself
like
Kurt
Cobain
Ahh
shit,
I
don't
believe
this
Some
niggaz
that
I
fucked
with
tryin
to
pull
a
twist
But
ain't
that
much
twistin
in
existance
And
this
is
how
you
show
me
love
It
shows
me
exactly
what
money's
capable
of
Now
is
it
that
expenses
that
make
you
wanna
catch
me
slippin
And
pay
a
visit,
cause
this
is,
for
all
my
homies
(All
my
homies)
for
jackers
only
Come
twist,
to
the
fools
in
L.A.
that
know
me
I'm
back
with
the
fifth
of
Henn
Kurupt
and
Dat
Nigga
Daz
on
the
mash
again
Now
there's,
nowhere,
for
me,
to
turn
There's
nowhere
for
me
to
hide
from
reality
(reality)
*Repeat
2X*
(Dat
Nigga
Daz)
I
give
it
to
you
like
it
is,
got
no
time
for
no
games
In
the
world
of
madness,
will
my
composure
be
the
same
Will
my
friends
be
around
when
they
rush
me
in
the
ground
A
lost
soul
lost
forever,
never
ever
to
be
found
Life
ain't
what
it
seems,
for
the
niggaz
full
of
schemes
On
the
hood
full
of
cash
don't
wanna
blast
for
the
green
These
six
bitches
wanna
get
a
nigga
caught
up
For
what,
a
simple
nut,
a
simple
fuck
(Kurupt)
Daily
it
enhances
the
penetentiary
chances
To
survive
in
nineteen
ninety-five
So
I
got
nineteen
ninety-five
ways
To
survive
nowadays
Time
and
time
again,
I
bust
a
rhyme
again
Cause
I'ma
get
in
deeper
shit
if
I
convert
to
crime
again
Out
to
mentally
convert
me,
the
same
niggaz
out
to
hurt
me
It
irks
me,
strenuous
controversy
What's
next
on
the
list
to
complete
After
all
this
shit
that
popped
off
on
the
street
And
all
eyes
on
me,
but
I
won't
change
sides
Cause
what
I
represent
I
represent
til
I
die
(til
I
die)
It's
time
for
me,
to
grab
a
tall
glass
of
(Hennesey,
Hennesey)
(Tray
Dee)
Ya
see
my
ways
is
to
phase
all
them
niggaz
that
try
me
Leave
em
layin
stiff
if
they
ain't
on
IV's
(beep,
beep)
I
beez
the
hardest,
regardless
fool
Livin
life
day
and
night
stayin
hard
and
cruel
Keep
my
cool,
until
my
mood
abruptly
switch
Then
I'm
on
a
niggaz
ass
like
bumpy
zits
(that's
right)
It's
no
remorse
when
you
cross
my
course
I'm
not
a
hunter,
but
take
a
nigga
out
for
sports
Don't
resorts,
to
thinkin
you
could
get
with
this
Or
you
will
be
a
eulogy
if
you
insist
to
diss
Mista
Tray
Dee,
from
L.O.N.G.
B.E.A.C.H.,
where
the
hardest
gangstas
be
Twenty-first
was
the
worstest
turf
on
the
earth
Yet
I
feel
I
was
meant
to
represent
from
birth
Til
I
die,
you
wonder
why
it
ain't
no
secret
Motherfuckers
best
be
in
love
with
this
G
shit
Now
there's,
nowhere,
for
me,
to
turn
Nowhere
for
me
to
hide
from
reality
*3X
in
woman's
voice
(Rage?)*
*Continues
with
variations*
![Tha Dogg Pound - Dogg Food](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/n/r/h/f/pdNyIcfhRn.jpg)
1 Intro
2 Dogg Pound Gangstaz
3 Respect
4 New York
5 Smooth
6 Cyco-lic-no
7 Ridin',slipin' And Slidin'
8 Big Pimpin 2
9 Let's Play House
10 I Don't Like To Dream About Getting Paid
11 Do What I Feel
12 If We All ___
13 Some Bomb Azz
14 A Doggz Day Afternoon
15 Reality
16 One By One
17 Sooo Much Style
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