Ice-t - Real Talk lyrics

[Verse 1: Ice-T] Yo, whose that fly n***a rocking the mic? Hold up, no, it can't be what it sound like I've thought that n***a left the game years ago I've seen him in People Madness with bad white who*e I've seen him flossing rips on a covered Dub I've seen him with some Arabs in the back of the club I heard that every word that he says is real He used to take young b**hes and then teach them to steal Heard him pimp as a Bishop, played the whole bubble For the word Ya-yo, maybe come back double I met him once, n***a, shot me the real He said get your paper player, f** how they feel Lean to the ankles baby, gator to the floor Respect real n***az, never trust the who*e When you bust, squeeze the trigger 'til it motherf**er glow Then he said his name is Ice and he hit the door That's real talk! [Chorus: Kryst X2] Real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk It's real talk, Reeeeeaaaaal talk (It's real talk!) [Verse 2: Ice-T] I heard he went to Crenshaw, roll with the cribs I heard he made millions hitting cutey licks Then I heard that the n***a had roots in the East I heard the n***a's whole motherf**ing fam's deceased He started all that sh** out 'f** the Police' He really don't care, carrys gats and pares I know he's in his forties, I was just a child When a n***a came out and sent the game buckwild Real n***az know that he's not no joke Black Raiders Beanie and them liquor store locs Not to even mention his folks Cali' n***az hitting switches on them Hundred Spokes I read in an interview, he said he was done Then he comes with this fly sh** back on the one But I heard he's never happy and the n***a's so upset That he jacks off my money then he f**s his b**h That's real talk! [Chorus: Kryst X2] [Interlude: Kryst] Ummmm.. got no habitation to a who*e Cause in the streets, I gotta get it Ice cold Now that's real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk Ummmm.. uhhhmm.. Yeaahhh!! Yeaahhh!! [Verse 3: Ice-T] A blandness name is Coco when she carrys the gat Green eyes, big titties and that a** is fat Clean to the n***a, not impressed with rap To the side, if you try then she covers his back Seen them once in the champ, no posse, no crew Coco wears a mean shoe, it was just them two They shared in the back, everyone knew was true They was doing it the way that we're all wanted to do I heard that n***a don't sleep for days Writes poetry all night and reach experience plays No clothes off the rack, everything is made Don't drink hard liquor, just the great Kool-Aid Straight Gangster but got no beef Nobody talking down on his name in the street Has chips air tight, and his game is elite He's just the type of player that I aimed to be That's real talk! [Chorus: Kryst X2] [Outro: Kryst] Real Talk, got my name in the streets Talking about me, saying how much they love me But no one ever hold me through this game Cause every where I go, I keep hearing my name Yeaahhh!! Yeaahhh! gotta keep it gangster Ohhh.. yeah, I keep it gangster Ummmm.. got no habitation to a who*e Cause in the streets, I gotta get it Ice cold Now that's real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk Ummmm.. uhhhmm.. Yeaahhh!! Yeaahhh!!