LYRIC

Compton.

Compton.

Compton.

Real Muthafuckin' G's...

Real Muthafuckin' G's...

Real Muthafuckin' G's...

[Verse 1:]

Hey Yo doctor, here's another proper track

& it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper

& let that real shit provoke, see you's a wanna be 'loc

& you'll get smoked & I hope that your fans understand

When you talk about playin' me, the same records that you makin' is payin' me

Muthafuck Dre

Muthafuck Snoop

Muthafuck Death Row

Yo and here comes my left blow

'cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season

To let the Real Muthafuckin' G's in

You like a kid, you found a puppy, now your dapper,

But tell me where the fuck you found that anorexic rapper

Talkin' about who you gonnna' squabble wit & who you shoot

Your only 60 pounds when your wet & wearin' boots

{Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day}

but Dre Day only meant Eazy's pay day

All of a sudden Dr. Dre is a G thing,

But on his old album covers he was a she thing

So nigga please, nigga please don't step to these muthafuckin' real G's

[Stop him in his tracks & show him I'm ruthless]

Yo Dre. "what's up? [bang]

Every day it's a new rapper, claimin' to be dapper then the Dresta,

Softer than a bitch but portray the role of gangsta,

Ain't broke a law in your life, yet every time you rap you yap about the guns & knifes

Just take a good look at the nigga & you'll capture

The fact, that the bastard is simply just an actor,

Who mastered the bang & the slang & the Mental

Of niggas in Compton, Watts & South Central

Never ever once have you ran with the turf,

But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt,

But tell me who's a witness to your fuckin' work,

See you never had no business, so save the drama jerk,

Niggas straight kill me knowin' that they pranksters,

This is goin' out to you studio gangsters,

See I did dirt, put in work & many niggas can vouch that,

So since I got stripes I got the right to rap about that,

But niggas like you, I gotta hate you

Cause I'm just tired of Suburbian Niggas talkin' about they come from projects

knowin' you ain't seen the parts of the streets G

Think you start tryin' to bang around the time of the peace treaty

Wearin' khaki's & mob while you rhyme, little fag tried to sag,

But you frontin' at the same time & your set don't accept you,

Scared to kick it with your homies 'cause you know they don't respect you

So nigga please check nuts before you step to these, muthafuckin' real G's.

[Verse 3:]

Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition original baby gangsta

Approach me like you hard, muthafucker I'm a bank ya

Shank ya, with my fuckin' shank, if I hafta

Dr. Dre an' Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin' actors

Pranksters, studio gangsters, busters

But this time your dealin' with some real muthafuckers

G's, nigga please, don't try to step

'cause if you do, then a peeled cap is all that would be left

See young niggas like me will break you off somethin'

Claimin' my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton

Niggas like y'all is what I call wanna be's

& ain't shit compared to Real Muthafuckin' G's.

Stop him in his tracks & show him I'm Ruthless

Yo Dre. "What's up?" [bang]

I never met a OG who never did shit wrong

You tried to diss the Eazy-E so now nigga it's on

You & your Doggy Dogg, think that yall hoggin' shit

Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick

Beatin' up a bitch don't make you shit, but then again some niggas

Think it makes a man, damn it's a trip.

How a nigga can switch so quick from wearin' lipstick?

To smokin' on Chronic at picnics & now you think your bigger

But to me you ain't nothin' but a bitch... ass nigga

That ain't worth a food stamp,

& at Death Row, I hear your gettin' treated like boot camp

Gotta follow your sergeant's directions, or get your ass

Punked with the Smith & Wesson, learn a lesson from the E

Stay in your place & don't step to Real Muthafuckin' G's.

Stop him in his tracks & show him that I am ruthless

Yo Dre. "What's up?" [bang] Boy you should've known by now

Stop him in his tracks & show him that I am ruthless

Yo Dre. "What's up?" [bang] Boy you should've known by now.

Stop him in his tracks & show him that I'm ruthless

Yo Dre. "What's up?" [bang]

Boy you should've known by now, Eazy duz it.

Eazy-E - Real Motherfuckkin' G's - lyrics


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