Tech N9ne - Real With Yourself lyrics

[Darrein Safron:] Pull up, I be stuntin' keep it quiet, not public Turn your phone off, he ain't calling, I does this Get your body drippin', stop playin', I know what to do, oh, yeah Baby I don't play no games when I'm in it I go deep, so deep, girl, I'm swimming He don't love you like I do, he don't keep it real with you f** him! Bet you he don't do it like I do Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!" Girl, come back to the crib To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!" Girl, you know where it's at Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you He not in love with you Girl, I'm in love with you Tats all on your body, won't you get undressed, ooh yeah Let my charm go down until there's nothing left, ooh yeah Come from Saint Louis, they know 'bout my city Lick up on the candy shop like I'm fifty Look your girl, she went on ride like I'm Jigga She wanna cuff me then cops gonna get me You and me in a fantasy, off in Venice, oh so s**ually He don't love you like I do [Tech N9ne:] Aye, aye listen here, little n***a I know what you doing with my woman when I ain't with her Keep on wolfin', I'm a hit you with the chrome in ya iron liver Give it a moment you'll be floating, ya folks'll be crying rivers Who are ya thinking put her together, me No matter who's punching we will forever B-L-double-O-D, so roguely, how you dissing, don't know me Hoe chose me, and I think it's funny you think she your trophy What's up, MO, dirty f**ing with the real you get hit with the 30-30 Not because you gets the wet, miss the Tech Gotta make you hit the deck, cause of disrespect Now who you gonna run to? When in the pack of a gun dumper Some thunder, will be coming when I confront ya Some want ya, cause ya flashy they come hunt ya And you don't even know I sent her to you, dumb youngster! [Darrein Safron:] Bet you he don't do it like I do Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!" Girl, come back to the crib To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!" Girl, you know where it's at Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you He not in love with you Girl, I'm in love with you So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself) [x4] Baby, stop playing, girl you know I do you right Go ahead and dim the lights, paparazzi lights flashing every night Maserati swerve, swerve, swerve on your curves What's the word, word, word? If he wants beef let me know how you want it served From Saint Louis, we just live like it is a purge Uh, I ain't scared of nobody, I got them guns in the lobby No one can stop me, hit everybody I promise I'll do it for you, only you Leave his body with holes, with I-V tools It's getting tight, lubricant, don't know why I Do this sh**, roll down that window tint and see that barrel spit I swear, I, God if he want it I'm rushing with pistols busting I leave his body in public, and drop it for getting nothing! (Gah!) (You all mine, oh, oh!) Bet you he don't do it like I do Catch him outside riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!" Girl, come back to the crib To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!" Girl, you know where it's at Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you He not in love with you Girl, I'm in love with you So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself) [x5]