Goldie Loc - Real Talk (Bonus Track) lyrics

* this track was only on the ca**ette version of Renincarnated [Intro] (*MC Ren and Tray Deee foot Steps shaking up the Ground*) [Tray Deee] yeah, yeah, aiy y'all [MC Ren] What? [Tray Deee] they said they was comin' to get us [MC Ren] Who? ha ha ha ha, where they at? [Tray Deee] Come on (*Gun co*ked*) We stay ready, these n***as can't f** with this sh** Ha ha, y'all didn't know me, we live, eat and breathe Sleeve this gangster sh**, n***a (*Gun co*ked*) And dream that sh** [Verse 1: MC Ren] Who wants, them n***as that be makin' n***as sh** all day Groopie n***as be tryin' to come, no way Mothaf**in' Villain don't play This ain't no f**in' Hip-Hop parade (*Gun co*ked*) We just some n***as from the streets You mothaf**ers be talkin' like Villain won't eat Look at your b**h, she about to leave you to get to me Mothaf**in' Villain with Goldie Loc and Tray Deee, Deee, Deee (*Gun co*ked*) We be keepin' these b**hes up out they distance b**h n***as be starin' but they don't want attempt us Compton n***as be actin' crazy like Eighty Seven Who the mothaf**ers?, we're the mothaf**ers (*Gun co*ked*) Take the whole westcoast then shut down the Ruckers With mothaf**in' Low-riders, fast bikers and truckers (*Gun Shot*) I'm the mothaf**in' Villain, f** these other fools Can't f** with this, they got me pissed (*3 Gun Shot*) [Chorus: Bigg Rocc] We on the East Side, where my n***as ride Robberies, homicides, makin' mamas cry They say who am I to be talkin' this? We just some g**n n***as on that thug sh** (*Gun co*ked*) So who you f**in' with?, my n***a Tray Deee Goldie Loc, my n***a 'Ren brought the three Woofin' the crap out, I seen up snake eyes And your fear in your face cause you about to die [Verse 2: Tray Deee] I carried in the coast choas across America Hardheaded n***a, never carried a Derringer I own large caliber, hard to cause a ma**acre (*Gun co*ked*) Make my heat up bang quick like Abracadabra Hit you when the pa**enger, laughin' as we blast at ya With more storm troopers then the battle starts galactic-a (*Gun Shot*) Blowin' up your subways, stoppin' up the tunnel f** the microphone, bring your chrome to the rumble (*Gun co*ked*) Turnin' up the silver satin, bout to get bang out Right when we light it, have them put the flames out Turnin' out the Award Show and snatchin' your platinum Better stay up in them Hollywood suites and the mansions (*Gun co*ked*) Have my brain been givin' all you n***as a warning We stay out in the streets so we gonn' get you regardless (*Gun Shot*) And ain't no way to run cause we united and stretchin' And if you want some real sh**, get wild with the west then (*Gun co*ked*) [Chorus: Bigg Rocc with Goldie Loc] We on the East Side, where my n***as ride Robberies, homicides, makin' mamas cry They say who am I to be talkin' this? We just some g**n n***as on that thug sh** (*Gun co*ked*) So who you f**in' with?, my n***a Tray Deee Goldie Loc, my n***a 'Ren brought the three Woofin' the crap out, I seen up snake eyes And your fear in your face cause you about to die [Verse 3: Goldie Loc] Ha ha, speakin' my intuition, just listen to my mack sense Tellin' my life story, gettin' serious with this "for real" I got a problem with you, hate me comin' And runnin' with this scum and drum Fill you up with hollow points and get your lungs with the dump (*Gun co*ked*) We're from the city, where the city gets sh**ty Hittin' off brand n***as get filled up with fifty (*Bullets Sprayed*) Slugs to the back of your window Stick to the script, so your a** won't get hit with this (*Gun co*ked*) Somebody stop me cause I'm makin' too much noise down the runway Swervin' cracked the sun roof, let them hear this .38 (*Gun Shots*) The streets is gettin' bigger and thicker To be exact my n***a, they want us out to picture (*Gun co*ked*) Live it to the fullest, don't make me expose game Close up that chapter, and clip off a little strangers (*Gun Shot*) Bend your back to get rain up in Take the dick with the Gin, then turn back in the friends (*Gun co*ked*) You're f**in' b**h n***a [Chorus: Bigg Rocc] We on the East Side, where my n***as ride Robberies, homicides, makin' mamas cry They say who am I to be talkin' this? We just some g**n n***as on that thug sh** (*Gun co*ked*) So who you f**in' with?, my n***a Tray Deee Goldie Loc, my n***a 'Ren brought the three Woofin' the crap out, I seen up snake eyes And your fear in your face cause you about to die (*Gun co*ked*) We on the East Side, where my n***as ride Robberies, homicides, makin' mamas cry They say who am I to be talkin' this? We just some g**n n***as on that thug sh** (*Gun co*ked*) So who you f**in' with?, my n***a Tray Deee Goldie Loc, my n***a 'Ren brought the three Woofin' the crap out, I seen up snake eyes And your fear in your face cause you about to die (*Gun co*ked*) We on the East Side