Camoflauge - Dat Real sh** lyrics

[Camoflauge:] Goddamn! [Hook] It's that real sh**, Huh? That real sh**, What? That real sh**, And you can tell? Cause flies all around it It's that real sh**, What? That real sh**, Huh? That real sh**, And you can tell? Cause flies all around it [Verse] Man its that real sh** (Smell that!) I bet you won't (inhale that!) Too long cause its strong like some weed outta ? Y'all n***as know what it is Boy ain't yo mamma told you bout playin with them project kids! But you don't listen, now yo a** missin For runnin yo f**in mouth, and knowin you ain't no competition I glisnin like diamonds, they rippin up sh** when I'm rhyming Just like the sun I'm shinin, top of the charts is where I'm climbin A red light means STOP! I run that sh**! Got n***as fiendin for some good dope Gotta come back and get! Another hit of that bomb a** music sh** don't love the way I do it! [Hook: x2] [Verse] I'm ragin, cause n***as hatin, cause we makin Mail out the a** better ask somebody I'm blazin Hot like fire n***a , you don't wanna try this n***a! Picture me rollin like 4 rims and 4 tires n***a! I'm bad like Michael… Jackson, Jordan, your pick But any way you look at it I'm still the sh**! My click bringin em' pain! Rapin' the game! Livin that life! Lovin the fame! I'm f**in your dame! She givin up brain! You kissin that hoe, when she ain't round I bet you missin that hoe You better listen (bro!) I'm on a mutha f**in mission (whoa!) To get rid of my opposition (Oh!) These n***as ain't no competition (No!) Ain't on my level, and I ain't even 20 yet n***as in trouble, I'm blowin up like a balloon And laughin at these clowns like a 3rd grader watchin cartoons (Laughs in the background) [Hook x2] [Verse 3] It's that real sh**, so feel me, like you feelin a stripper Ready to tip her, dick bout to bust out your zipper! You know Camoflauge, the don, sippin perion Smoking reefer, ridin round getting my fettin on See these n***as playa hate me, but its all gravy cause I PUTS IT DOWN LIKE A sh*tTY BABY! Brought pain to the rap game, just like a 7 in a crap game n***as didn't understand what the f** was happ'ning sh** went to sellin out the store like a crack house Drought season! Good dope! n***as know I'm the ? Get in the booth and represent And when I come out nobody go in there for 35 to 45 minutes! [Hook x3] [talk till fade] S in heavy rotation even though we make them Hits from the streets, Projects, Ghettos and gutters And them thong wearin broads in the club shakin they bu*tux Me, I'm slangin tapes like them hookers slangin they cut up And just like the freak b**hes i'm makin these n***as nut up So What up (What up, What up) And just like Trick Daddy say Uh Huh, Okay, b**h Shut UP! [Chorus] From the Jail House to the Crack House n***as Steal my sh** Put an alarm on my lyrics just in case my n***as try to steal my sh** I Spit like text, Good like s**, Pop my Tape in yo deck and u'll be high Like your on EX Floatin' and sh**, cuz I be spittin that potenent sh** Got em' coughin and chokin and sh** watch how u talkin and sh** Grill gold teeted out Eyes all reded out Head all dreaded out Kick sh** like Jet-Li and Jackie Chan I f** over MC's Like they p**y and im dingalang When I spit these flows i'm out of control Like a kindergardener diggin in his nose And wipin the bugers off on yo close I'm camoflauge man these n***as can't see me Unless i'm at the mall walkin round drop the top down doin a show on TV All he talks about is d**, s**, and violence the black Slim Shady Don't hate me cuz I put it down like a sh**ty baby Ya Smell Dat? [Chorus] Look I took my pen and pad Rolled up every sheet I had Bust up every gaurd in the car Rolled up all the weed I had Lit it, hit it, rolled it remembered it spit it They mixed it mastered it manufactured Shifted Promoted, the stores sold it, n***as robbed it and stole it Hurry up dog pull it off yo tape deck it's too hot to hold it They got drunk and weeded, ridin' round town in they trunks they beat it They woofers WHAM WHAM, and they tweeters , Leada Leada The way a f** over the track it's like i miss treat it Help writin a hit's like help f**in a b**h I Don't Need it I'm cool, no ice, das all gravy, No rice Mr. Rogers wanted me to move in his neighborhood cuz my flows is so nice Humptey dumptey sat on a wall Peter Piper picked a pepper Yeah I sat on the curb wit a bag of herb and picked up a bad habit of gettin cheddar Black beretta Tucked up under my Coogi Sweater Man I ain't met a n***a yet dat flow betta n***a I puts it down [Chorus] [Camoflauge] Ya smell dat I puts it down like a sh**ty baby Ya'l smell dat Dat real sh** Camoflauge the dog Stictly for da streets n***a i puts it down like a sh**ty baby Dat funky sh** Dat muthaf**in real sh**, uncut sh**, dat 912 sh** n***a ya smell dat Savannah Georgia n***a