Cold 187um - Return Of The Real sh** lyrics

[Intro] Any man Any man here that has something to say You gonna get a chance to say it We got people here they gonna listen to ya And they are gonna take your demands All the way up the line Yeahh Sit, sit, sit down, sit Now you the n***as now You white boys gonna find out what it feel like To have the complexion for the connection Only this time sh** be flying in the right direction I'd smoke ya a** right now For while we negotiating Sit down, we need ya a** Bullsh** The department doesn't negotiate Thats policy Return of the real sh** Ahh Mic motherf**ing check 1 Ahh Mic motherf**ing check 2 Ahh/yeah Mic motherf**ing check 1, check 1 check 2 [Verse 1 Cold 187um] Now im the type a n***a sportin' dark loc's Im the type a n***a that was raised around poor folks Who didn't even really have a thing Just kickin' back eating fried chicken and collard greens From a time where every n***a was trippin' Cuz either you was bloooding or either you was cripping Whats up there over the rainbow Every n***a wanna a rag-top 64' With 4 dumps in the truck 12 batteries With the monster humps Turn it up it's like voo-doo And this the type of sh** you do a drive by to Uhh, its time to go straight for the grill Cuz to many motherf**ers tryin'a trip cuz of being real Am sipping, am tipsy Am certain to blast So they can take their f**ing comic/comet? And shove it up they f**ing a** I got an afro for you f**ing skinheads Come in my way, ha, ya better holla mayday Cuz am a motherf**ing real n***a So f** adolf hitler And yo motherf**ing swastika Am not m**m or a black brother Just a crazy a** n***a That'll k** you a** like cancer I got a question i wanna ask you Have you ever sold dope cause you had too, no Or ever watched a junkie shoot up in ya alley Or ever watched sally get pimped by her [?] daddy I did, i told the cop i don't But ya'll think [?] cuz you watch [?] on hbo It's like a s**a yo, ya know ya holding And mr rodgers in my neighborhood is a f**ing pervert Silly serving candy to the kids man He doing 20 with a kick stand/ kid stan So return of the motherf**ing real sh** While you other motherf**ers play the b**h [Chorus] So... If you come my way am gonna have to spray [Verse 2 KM.G] See in 9-flow All we wear is levi's Floss a thick white t-shirt Hustlers put in work Flame on Im thinking bout a motherf**ing come up move Pimp hustlers with that ga-ga-gangster grove n***a can you fake When i tell you that the click is mobbin' Claiming shermite?? Ready for a gun fight Bam there it is put that on my kids n***as don't give a f**, they don't give a f** So now im kinda rowdy And all the n***as that was down I say howdy Cause you on a list to get tested sound boy Take ya last breath Then I empty two Then I took ya little stallion to my homie Kaoss know the real All my ho n***as know me I'm a real G O.G, O.G Martini and rossi Asti Spumante I think i share it with my crew Coco know's some ho's "and the hills of malibu" I would love to but i gotta make some ends I see you round Who come with you and 8 for the low down So am G'ing Cooling like am ski'ing Pimp clinic gang Rider don't flame? Unit up Rolling with the heater Hoping sh** get much deeper [Chorus] So... If you come my way am gonna have to spray