real talk

, yo, whose that fly nigga rocking the mic?, hold up, no, it can't be what it sound like, i've thought that nigga left the game years ago, i've seen him in people madness with bad white whore, i've seen him flossing rips on a covered dub, i've seen him with some arabs in the back of the club, i heard that every word that he says is real, he used to take young bitches and then teach them to steal, heard him pimp as a bishop, played the whole bubble, for the word ya-yo, maybe come back double, i met him once, nigga, shot me the real, he said get your paper player, fuck how they feel, lean to the ankles baby, gator to the floor, respect real niggaz, never trust the whore, when you bust, squeeze the trigger 'til it motherfucker glow, then he said his name is ice and he hit the door, that's real talk!, real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk, it's real talk, reeeeeaaaaal talk, i heard he went to crenshaw, roll with the cribs, i heard he made millions hitting cutey licks, then i heard that the nigga had roots in the east, i heard the nigga's whole motherfucking fam's deceased, he started all that shit out 'fuck the police', he really don't care, carrys gats and pares, i know he's in his forties, i was just a child, when a nigga came out and sent the game buckwild, real niggaz know that he's not no joke, black raiders beanie and them liquor store locs, not to even mention his folks, cali' niggaz hitting switches on them hundred spokes, i read in an interview, he said he was done, then he comes with this fly shit back on the one, but i heard he's never happy and the nigga's so upset, that he jacks off my money then he fucks his bitch, that's real talk!, ummmm. got no habitation to a whore, cause in the streets, i gotta get it ice cold, now that's real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk, ummmm. uhhhmm. yeaahhh! yeaahhh!, a blandness name is coco when she carrys the gat, green eyes, big titties and that ass is fat, clean to the nigga, not impressed with rap, to the side, if you try then she covers his back, seen them once in the champ, no posse, no crew, coco wears a mean shoe, it was just them two, they shared in the back, everyone knew was true, they was doing it the way that we're all wanted to do, i heard that nigga don't sleep for days, writes poetry all night and reach experience plays, no clothes off the rack, everything is made, don't drink hard liquor, just the great kool-aid, straight gangster but got no beef, nobody talking down on his name in the street, has chips air tight, and his game is elite, he's just the type of player that i aimed to be, that's real talk!, real talk, got my name in the streets, talking about me, saying how much they love me, but no one ever hold me through this game, cause every where i go, i keep hearing my name, yeaahhh! yeaahhh! gotta keep it gangster, ohhh. yeah, i keep it gangster, ummmm. got no habitation to a whore, cause in the streets, i gotta get it ice cold, now that's real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk, ummmm. uhhhmm. yeaahhh! yeaahhh!