Seagram - Reality Check lyrics

Artist: Seagram f/ Too $hort Album: Reality Check Song: Gangstas & Players [Too $hort] $hort Dog's in the house... Hey, Seag, what you mean when you talk about gangstas? [Seagram] When I'm talking about gangstas I ain't talking about gang bangers Small time corner hangers, I'm talking about bird slangers Not them fake a** shoot em up type But the type that shoot you a** when the time's right So would you tell me what's your mack like What's your stack like Slanging crack on a track making stacks to the day light n***as keep it ceased, my pockets increases I can't be faded, not even with some bleach Most of you n***as ain't gangstas, you kicking drama But that drama will cause your a** drama In my H-O-O-D, that big S to the N to the V On the late night ride, straight on the mission On highway 5 with a trunk full of chickens Gangsta living is a sport But playing these hoes is for the pros Like my boy Too $hort [Too $hort] Big Baby pa** the mic so I can dog these freaks Two rapping mothaf**as from East Oakland streets... On that a**, so what you gonna do with that? Some b**h lost a n***a when they peeled his cap When they was getting at his a**, hollered 'Let that go!' But Oakland, California don't protect no hoe Cause they'll write you off like taxes Everywhere you go you get your a** kicked n***as don't appreciate you coming with a phony Kinda like The Mack when he smoked Pretty Tony And that's straight pimp game from the O My name is $hort Dog, you wanna know... Some? Nothing but gangstas and playas out here Can't be a fake n***a staying out here b**hes learn early to respect this game So they never talk down on a player's name b**h...b**h...b**h... Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players [Seagram] It's the big bad a** n***a named Seag Back in your a** with a trick up my sleave Snitches acting like a b**hes in a way Gonna be find with the vicious, sewing stiches, when I spray You f**ing with a n***a that's hard to the bone Giving mothaf**as close-ups of my barrel So peek out game from the East Side vet From the 69 set, it's as real as it gets Still blending up hop in a blender Wore my beanie at the Winter, a full time offender With them terrorized, hellafied, gangstarized lyrics Creeping to you speaker like an Alcapone spirit Crawling and balling to the East Side jungle n***as steady calling, I'm holling off bundless I'm the judge and jury of this court But I'ma kick back and hit this 'Port And pa** the mic to $hort [Too $hort] I'm zipping Hennessey straight, smoking my dank My b**h is outta pocket, can't have no bank Should I kick her mothaf**ing a**? Cause punk n***as out here don't last Maybe I should fire my b**h and get a new hoe Have her sprung on old school Too $ho Let her fine a** ride in my Lexus Take her to my house and start talking about s**, b**h Anyway you want it, it be something tight Roll with $hort Dog, b**h, you f**ing tonight Straight player from the O, hoe, yes, it's me Got love for the gangstas from S.N.V If it weren't for the pimp and a mack in me I wouldn't holler at my homeboys, black indeed What's up? Seag got me at the studio Called me up so I can take it to these hoes And that's just what we gonna do... Take it to these hoe a** n***as and you b**hes... Straight from the Oaktown... East Side, b**h... [Seagram] Macking and stacking... Slapping b**hes, you know what I mean? Just a gangsta thang, you know what I'm saying? East Side, b**h, in the house...