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the real (stop studio gangsters) - charlie row campo lyrics

[intro]
one, two, three, four, get it

[verse 1: chino grande]
now f*ck a barcode, the only bars i know
are institutions i go when i’m straight flat broke
and bust a l!ck, you ain’t saying sh*t
and a quarter to six, deep throating my b*tch
and hit the switch, of my homeboys pimped out ride
i can’t lie, only one battery and no pumps in mine
the only pump that you see is the 12gauge in the trunk
sawed*off with a five pound slide and i’m ready to dump
i got the double barrel mossberg, sh*lls that rip your chest plate
where ya fade off in the sunset ese let the frame spray
dipping, hitting corners from the sur k!llafornia
i roll along side jump out and take off on ya homeboy
there ain’t no juego in mine
i spit that fuego like veneno in your studio times
so f*ck this rap sh*t, because my contents real
i let my conscious k!ll, a little something to feel like

[chorus: chino grande]
it’s that real, so i hit em with that realness
charlie row camponeros ese
doing real sh*t
sit back and relax, guns clap and that’s that
as a matter of fact, brains splat in combat
it’s that real, so i hit em with that realness
so all you studio gangsters gonna feel this
perpitrating, you faking the funk
quit bumping your gums
porque estos vatos don’t play ese where i come from
[verse 2: midget loco]
now tell me little homie, what you talking about?
you better keep my name out your d*mn yuck*mouth
you talk about your bling and your banged out chain
i’m a bang for my gang, i’m here to rattle your brain
i’m a tingle your spine with a murderous crime
white chalked outline, what that flats life like
hood patrol with the row, you a hoe ass show
tuck you in like a hyna with a camel toe
what’s your st**z? homie please, we be holding the keys
we be smoking m*th*f*ckas while you smoking them trees
you ain’t busting no gun, and never seen no red*rum
you be acting like a gangster, you a studio chump
we be walking the street, homie roaming the land
i’ll be kicking up dust, while you be kicking the can
sound scan you the man, cd in demand
charlie row controlamos, now we’re wrecking your plan

[chorus: chino grande]
it’s that real, so i hit em with that realness
charlie row camponeros ese
doing real sh*t
sit back and relax, guns clap and that’s that
as a matter of fact, brains splat in combat
it’s that real, so i hit em with that realness
so all you studio gangsters gonna feel this
perpitrating, you faking the funk
quit bumping your gums
porque estos vatos don’t play ese where i come from
[verse 3: jasper loco]
it’s that big j*a*s*p*e*r
and i stay shooting wilas to my g’s on the yard
hitting hard, boulevard, on the creep with the row
toe to toe, f*ck a flow, i be serving this blow
getting scope from my hoe, as i’m gripping a steel
balas peel, that’s the deal when you roll with the real
gang fights at night, it’s that south side life
game tight, that’s right, finger f*cking the nine
did my crime, cracking spines, getting paid for the crime
never dropping the dime, it’s 2*1*3 on mine
i stay straight flipping and ripping
and then poke the pot when the clip in
up in the nine milli weapon
i’m up invading your section
because i’m dipping with my g’s from the c*row camp
stripping strips, serving sacks and i’m making em fat
so cl!cky*clack, that’s a fact, to the back of your dome
and don’t forget truly yours, mr. jasp*corleone

- charlie row campo lyrics

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