Nelly - Real Niggaz lyrics
Chorus - nelly) 2x<br>Real niggas ride wit' us<br>You haters gotta ride the bus<br>Smoke 'til when my brain gon' bust<br>Bank account so plush, the feds on us<br>Real niggas ride wit' us (and dime ladies)<br>You haters gotta ride the bus (we drop crazy)<br>Smoke 'til when my brain gon' bust<br>Bank account so plush, the feds on us<br><br>(kyjuan)<br>Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of mississippi<br>I slang thangs, make bread, easy like jiffy<br>Call me a cool nigga or a mr. refriger'<br>Kids ask me (mr. can you get crunk and jiggy? )<br>I reply quickly, bottle of andres or crissy<br>Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy<br>I wake up with two dimes, both named nikki<br>I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no hickies<br>Cats make me sick when I roll through y'all city<br>Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty<br>You gon' make me go back into my days of u-city<br>Cornrows, penny bros and new dickies<br>Ahh shit, when situation looks shitty<br>I got that thang with me, plus I puff like diddy<br>You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the pain with me<br>So wrap somethin mo' and hop in the range with me<br><br>(ali)<br>Check, check<br>No picture me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four<br>Four-do' range rov', mink with matchin kangol<br>Whole hood like oh, freakin 'em out they mind<br>D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em<br>Not, you see the watch, rollie or g-shot<br>You hear me four, five blocks before you see me, that's the knock<br>I need not speak on that, I speak on zack<br>And how he better fix my shit or give my eight g's back<br>Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it<br>Navigational system behind the ten, duckin the public<br>Take my chain off to thaw out, battle four out<br>We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you ever saw out<br>Son break the jar out, twist the muskie<br>Only real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me<br>If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap then crush me<br>Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me<br>'cause only....<br><br>(chorus)<br><br>(nelly)<br>I'm like the battery, I come through every door on a cell (duracell)<br>Mr. energizer, forever ready to make a mil'<br>Fuck that cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel<br>I'm smokin twenty inches of parelli, wha, up off the wheel<br>I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight case of the chills<br>I got the face too damn chunky 'cause it's still read twelve<br>Well hell, not a shit starter but I be startin some shit<br>Half the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed<br>Me, got they miss, I done, caught they wrist<br>And they be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a kiss<br>I walks over to your bitch and asks her who's is this? <br>(yours nelly)<br>Tell 'em one more time just in case he forgets<br>I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye<br>Comin be like i, ay, ei, ready the guy<br>Nigga hella high, country grammar, yellin ei!<br>Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none<br><br>(murphy lee)<br>You shoulda' seen this ladie's face when I walked in the bank<br>I'm the school boy, I'm hollywood, smellin like dank<br>Lookin like I don't know left from right<br>Holdin a check, got the whole front desk like murphy's set for life!<br>I agree wit' em, I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em<br>Drivin eighty in the rainiest rov', tv's in 'em<br>I'm st. lou, plus true to the arch equals I'm real<br>I'm hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a mil'<br>I'm killin y'all, matter fact I'm killin myself<br>In a category with t-boz, I'm feelin myself<br>It gets no better, slo says it gotta get better<br>Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get leather<br>I'm like, what, real playas roll on dubs (lunatics like)<br>And haters can't kick it wit' us (and our blunts tight)<br>We smokin 'til our brain gon' bust<br>Gettin head in the back of the truck, city what up<br>I'm like only....<br><br>(chorus) 2x
