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letra de fuck dre (feat. swoop g, twista & lil' c style) - tha realest

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f/ lil c style, swoop g, twist

[skit/intro]

(fake dr. dre)

hey what’s up man?

(aspiring rapper)

ay yo dre, i got some heat for you man.

i want you to check out this tape dogg.

ya know what i’m sayin?

i wanna be put on aftermath, how can i be down man?

(fake dr. dre)

well you know how we get down over here

(aspiring rapper)

nah man, how y’all get down?

(fake dr. dre)

well, you know, you gotta un–ss some of that shoot

(aspiring rapper)

what?

(fake dr. dre)

well, if you wanna f-ck with aftermath

(aspiring rapper)

ay man what the f-ck you doing? -belt-

(fake dr. dre)

yo mel man, go get me the k-y dogg

(aspiring rapper)

yeah man, but, that’s how all y’all get down over there man?

-dropping pants-

(fake dr. dre)

yeah man go get the extasy pills man,

this one gonna be a wild one tonight

i wanna take this n-gg-z manhood and his music

(fake dr. dre & aspiring rapper)

ugh, yeah, ugh, yeah, mel man this sh-t good,

ohh, oh, you gettin some or what?

[verse 1 – tha realest]

i give a f-ck about this n-gg- named alize

leave the b-tch -ss dead in the alleyway, forever today

i’m lettin him know, these death row n-gg-z ain’t gonna never play

can you believe this n-gg-

screamin that he got that sh-t we call the chronic?

if he smoke the sh-t, he’ll probably vomit

this b-tch ain’t never had bionic

mother f-cker who you taught to smoke in trees

n-gg- bow down on your f-ckin knees

in this life i lead

we kill for greed

understand we ride for currency

i have to kill b-tches like eminem

leave him dead just like the rest of them, still testin them

at the source awards, his bodyguards wasn’t protectin him

now you actin like and a n-gg- you and snoop are tight

you wasn’t there when he was fightin for his life

that sh-t ain’t right

it was me, best believe

when i see your -ss i’m takin flight

now a n-gg- turned back to the old you

that b-tch from the world cl-ss wreckin cru

with your lipstick on and a d-ck in your -ss (haha!)

ha, ha, yeah n-gg- you remember you (woooh!)

[chorus – twist] 2x

so what do you say to somebody you hate?

leave your body full of holes, left in chalk and tape

mother f-ck snoop and n.w.a.

death row could give a f-ck about dre

[verse 2 – swoop g]

if you b-tch n-gg-z f-ck with us

we got my n-gg-z in the cut

ready to f-ck you up

i got a pretty bad b-tch that’ll set you up

take you to a penthouse and let you f-ck

then cut your nuts

dr. dre been soft from the very start

like when eazy f-cked his -ss, he ain’t had no heart

he and pac came out and he pulled apart

had everybody knewin that your -ss was marked

f-ck nate dogg, eminem, and snoop

and all them b-tch motherf-ckers that ride with you

i know they sided with you, they gonna hide with you

yeah, n-gg-, motherf-ckers gonna die with you

be prepared to shoot

let the guns bust n-gg- at tha realest and swoop

key to rockin lil style in tha lexus coupe

everything you write, n-gg-, is bullet-proof

you know how death row do

chorus 2x

[verse 3 – lil c style]

y’all know you’re just some mark -ss

hooked down, b-tch -ss n-gg-z who ain’t gonna blast

when i see y’all n-gg-z aloud

can’t none of y’all n-gg-z move my -ss

i’m lil c style in the lexus coupe

high off weed and lots of loot

ain’t no tellin what i’m gonna do

when i catch that scary -ss n-gg- snoop

might blast you, har-ss your boo

cause a n-gg- gettin way more cash than you

throwin up 1-9 while i’m p-ssin you

got all these mother f-ckers askin you

why swoop and lil style keep smashin you?

got all these new n-gg-z dissin you

cause you a b-tch–ss, punk–ss

scary -ss n-gg- who ain’t gonna blast

i just might roll up and puff your -ss

then smoke weed with your cousin daz

tell him my n-gg- just blast your -ss

young swoop ain’t gotta hit a n-gg- with no gl-ss

cause keenin’ rock puttin n-gg-z on they -ss

and death row n-gg-z will always mash

clock the cash, glock the mask

and if you run up, i’ll sock your -ss

chorus 2x

[verse 4 – twist]

i’ll always be twist

alivay my guess

at dispense

so blood i split

like wrists and so slick

it’s twist, 2, gds

sick attributes

and att-tudes like i have to shoot

with the heat that slim shady

had him f-ckin his kid’s baby

and mouth full of m-80’s

bring him through the last circle

leave his -ss hurtin

and his cap lurkin

man, i can work you

stay away from the name rest, eminem

cause i’m aimin for the embelin

and i could give a f-ck about dre and snoop

only mad cause the game was rapin you

doin 4 minus too much

get your groove crushed

it’s true l-st

that could make a prost-tute blush

f-ck what you heard like a d-ck in your ear

n-gg- beggin to disappear move swoop from the rear

i’m mack cappin that world cl-ss cat

until you drop dead

and dre stay gay cause ‘pac said

and this twist from chaps and the last circle

if you wanna know who said it motherf-cker…

chorus 2x

[the realest]

—

[death row n-gg-

death row n-gg-

death row in this mother f-cker

come on] x 3 (in background)

—

(talking over)

i’m poppin sh-t

double r tops dropped

and the glocks c-ck

bullet-proof vests never get put to rest

know what i mean?

for my n-gg- makaveli we still ridin up in this motherf-cker

death row westside n-gg-

can you n-gg-z see me?

the realest aka tenkamenin and vigilante

the world don’t understand me

the re-birth of a pitiful–ss young motherf-cker

eat a d-ck all day

eat a d-ck all day on westside

- tha realest

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