Real Muthaphuckkin’ G’s

Comp-ton Comp-ton Comp-ton Ahh... real muthaphuckkin G's... Ahh... real muthaphuckkin G's... Ahh... real muthaphuckkin G's... Ahh... real muthaphuckkin G's... Hey Yo doctor, here's another proper track And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper And let that real shit provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc And you'll get smoked and i hope that yer fans understand When ya talk about sprayin me, the same records that ya Makin' is payin me Mothafuck Dre Mothafuck Snoop Mothafuck Death Row Yo, and here comes me left blow "Cause i'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season To let the Real mothafuckin G's in, ya like a kid ya Found a pup and now yer dapper, but tell me where the Fuck ya find an anorexic rapper Talkin 'bout who you gone squabble with and who ya shoot You're only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day But Dre Day only met Eazy's pay day All of a sudden Dr Dre is a G thang, but on his Old album cover he was a she thang So nigga please, nigga please don't step to deez Mothafuckin' real G's Stomp him in his track Show him that i'm ruthless Yo Dre, what's up? *bang* Yo Dre, what's up? *bang* Everyday it a new rapper, claimin to be dapper then The Dresta, smoother then a bitch but portray the role of Gangsta, ain't broke a law in ya life, yet every time you rap Ye yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look Afta nigga, and you'll capture the fact, that the rasta is Simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slang And the Mental, of niggaz in Compton, Wattz, and South Central Never ever once have you ran with the turf, but yet in every verse Claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness To your fuckin work, see you never had no buiness, so Save the drama jerk, niggaz straight kill me Knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to You studio gangsters, see i did dirt, put in work, and Many niggaz can vouch that, so since i got stripes I got the right to rap about that, but niggaz like you I gotta hate ya, cuz i'm jus tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about They come from projects Knowin ya ain't seen no parts of the streets G Think ya tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty Wearin khackis and mob while ya ryhme, little fag Tried to sag, but butcha floodin at the same time, And ya set don't accecpt ya, scared to kick it witcha homies Cause ya know they don't respect ya, so nigga please check Nuts before ya step to deez, mothafuckin real G's Well, its the Knock Out, definition orginal baby gangster Approach me like you hard, mothafucka imma bank ya Shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if i have ta Dr Dre an Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin actors Pranksters, studio gangsters, busters But this time yer dealin with some real motherfuckers G's, nigga please, don't try to step Cuz if ya do, den a peeled cap is all that would be left See, young niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin, Claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton Niggaz like ya'll is what I call wanna be's and aint shit compared To real motherfuckin' G's Stomp him in his track Show him that I'm ruthless Yo Dre, What's up? (bang) Yo Dre, what's up? (bang) I never met an OG who neva did shit wrong You tried to dis the Eazy-E so now nigga it's on you And ya Doggy Dogg, think that yall hoggin shit Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick Beatin up a bitch don't make ya shit, but then again some niggaz Think it makes a man, damn it's a trip How a nigga could switch so quick from wearin lipstick To smokin on Chronic at picnics, and now ya think yer bigger But to me you ain't nothin but bitch ass niggas Dat ain't worth a food stamp, and at Deat Row, I hear yer gettin treated like boot camp Gotta follow ya seargents directions, or get yo ass Pumped with a Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E Stay in your place and don't step to real motherfuckin G's Yo Dre, What's up? (bang) Boy ya should have known by now Yo Dre (what's up?) (Bang) Boy ya should have known by now Yo Dre (what's up?) (bang) Boy ya should have known by now, Eazy duz it