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letra de real thugs - dr. dre

aw yeah, let’s take a trip
just sit back and light a spliff with this and don’t slip
on a funky-dope track jump back
strapped with a fat boota sack and a 7-8 flak
come clean, gangsta lean, i got green
but i serve dubs like it ain’t no thing
it’s so sweet, when you got money to spend
i got a proper big tilt and a fly–ss benz
i make ends, spend my dough on no ho
that’s how it is, and that’s how it goes
act like ya know when i creep real slow
givin love to them playaz that i know is real g’s

mobbin’ like a motherf-cker stuck
can you put your middle finger out the window gettin’ f-cked off – liquor
get loaded can’t control it
n-gg- p-ss me the blunt and let me roll it
you get the bones act to the whole stack
keep your dough fat

or you might get what we call the rat pack
i gives a d-mn about a skanless trick
let me hit it one time and trick that sick
i don’t trip, gives my dough to no ho
that’s how it is, i got no love for ya

and jealous m-th-f-ckas can’t see
that it’s the fame that caught these stupid b-tches, p-ss the p-ssy free
so tell me why u sweatin’ a m-th-f-cka like me?
a young n-gg- tryin’ to a hustle up some g’s
you p-ssy -ss playa hatin’ hoes speakin’ down on n-gg-s
jumpin’ around at the shows
and your the first m-th-f-cka to jump
to the trunk when it’s time for fun
little trick -ss punk

dump dump on a n-gg- with a quickness
and they got no cure for this sicknes s
i get paid for the way that i kick this
like a g-ster, an og-ster (who’s that?)
a real playa named eazy
and i live my life straight crazy
don’t need no punk fools payin me
and broke groupies and hootchies don’t faze me
i take two steps back and release myself
to put platinum and gold on the record shelf
i don’t brag, but i tell it like it straight-up is
before you do a record, partner, handle your business

and tell me what does it take to be a g?
i started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
you gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
started as a young m-th-f-cka doin’ dirt
and now im in the rap game like the crack game
i got enemies
can’t pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
and even thug m-th-f-ckas wanna have fun
stuck it, buckin’ my m-th-f-ckin magnum
what does it take to be a g?
silence is a must, violence is a plus
plus, shots at my adversaries
dem n-gg-z scary best it’s time to be buried
cause ill be buckin’ in a f-ckin hurry

they give us guns and drugs
then wonder why in the f-ck we thugs
they wanna count the slugs
then come around here and f-ck with us (you know)
they give us guns and drugs
then wonder why in the f-ck we thugs
they wanna count the slugs
then come around here and f-ck with us

every hood’s the same {x2}
stop trippin on me
every hood’s the same

- dr dre

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