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real mothafuckin g's - lil fungus lyrics

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(chorus lil fungus & snoop dogg)
rap is an art you can’t own no loops
it’s how you hook em up and the rhyme style troop
so don’t even think you could say someone bit
off your weak beat come on you need to quit
if we gotta dumb down our style and abc it, then so be it
cause nowadays these kids just don’t give a sh*t ‘bout lyrics
all they wanna hear is a beat and that’s it
long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
pick up some chicks and get some digits
and the djs playing them hits, “oh, this my jam, this my sh*t!”
we don’t know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us

(verse 1 lil fungus)
from the bottom of my heart, that’s where the love starts:
the love for breakdancing, my love for the art
and with this love, i do hip*hop from the soul
a real mc, who never sweats how many copies are sold
yeah, i want to go gold, platinum, et ceteras
but why put out some wackness when no one will respect ya?
i’m staying true, nuff respect to those that paved the way
from bambaata down to shah (that be my dj)
without my peeps, i dont know how the h*ll i’d make it, word…
sometimes i feel that my career is headed for the curb
one love for the lendin’ hand and givin’ all your help
believing in me when i didn’t believe in my own self
the abstract, with whom i’m always making rugged tunes
kid hood, restin’ in heaven, i hope to see you soon
i’m not the one to kiss ass for the top position
i take mine off the top like a politician
where i’m from, doin dirt is a part of livin…
i got mouths to feed, i gots to get it
if we gotta dumb down our style and abc it, then so be it
cause nowadays these kids just don’t give a sh*t ‘bout lyrics
all they wanna hear is a beat and that’s it
long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
pick up some chicks and get some digits
and the djs playing them hits, “oh, this my jam, this my sh*t!”
we don’t know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us
(chorus lil fungus & snoop dogg)
rap is an art you can’t own no loops
it’s how you hook em up and the rhyme style troop
so don’t even think you could say someone bit
off your weak beat come on you need to quit
if we gotta dumb down our style and abc it, then so be it
cause nowadays these kids just don’t give a sh*t ‘bout lyrics
all they wanna hear is a beat and that’s it
long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
pick up some chicks and get some digits
and the djs playing them hits, “oh, this my jam, this my sh*t!”
we don’t know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us

(verse 2 jamyron)
allah be a born, cee divine, equality
father, then after that, there’s the g*o*d
he or her, i islam, then justice
king of kingdom, love, h*ll or right, we still exist
master, now in cypher, power’s the queen
rule of rulers, self of save, the truth of the square, the same
universe, victory, wisdom, unknown
why, zig zag zig…and now we’re back home
it was the night before new year’s
and all through the f*ckin’ projects
not a handgun was silent, not even a tec
(chorus jamyron & snoop dogg)
rap is an art you can’t own no ld the rhyme style troop
so don’t even think you could say someone bit
off your weak beat come on you need to quit
if we gotta dumb down our style and abc it, then so be it
cause nowadays these kids just don’t give a sh*t ‘bout lyrics
all they wanna hear is a beat and that’s it
long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
pick up some chicks and get some digits
and the djs playing them hits, “oh, this my jam, this my sh*t!”
we don’t know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us

(verse 3 aidyn howard*robinson)
nah baby, i’m not gonna be able to do it
i tried to take you serious before, and you blew it
you figured you was sl!ck, dissin me for the next man
but when you heard he had a wife, it ruined your plans
now you wanna come back and act like it’s all that?
but i ain’t tryin to hear it, cause you sound real wack
you got it over the first time, but that was the last time;
i’ll never make the same mistake again in a lifetime
thanks to reaganomics, prisons turned to profits
cause free labor is the cornerstone of us economics
slavery was abolished, unless you are in prison
you think i am bullsh*tting? then read the 13th amendment
involuntary servitude and slavery it prohibits
that’s why they giving drug offenders time in double digits
he’s fallin’ apart, but we deny it
justifying that half*ass sh*t he dropped, we always buy it
when he tell us he a g*nius, but it’s clearer lately
it’s been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
there was a time when this n*gga was my hero, maybe
that’s the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
‘cause i believed him when he said his sh*t was purer and he
the type of n*gga swear he real, but all around him’s fake:
the women, the d*ckriders, you know, the yes men
n0body with the b*lls to say somethin’ to contest him
so he grows out of control
into the person that he truly was all along, it’s startin’ to show
d*mn, wonder what happened?
maybe it’s my fault for idolizing n*ggas
based off the words they be rappin’
(chorus aidyn howard*robinson & snoop dogg)
rap is an art you can’t own no loops
it’s how you hook em up and the rhyme style troop
so don’t even think you could say someone bit
off your weak beat come on you need to quit
if we gotta dumb down our style and abc it, then so be it
cause nowadays these kids just don’t give a sh*t ‘bout lyrics
all they wanna hear is a beat and that’s it
long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
pick up some chicks and get some digits
and the djs playing them hits, “oh, this my jam, this my sh*t!”
we don’t know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us

(verse 4 vanilla ice)
and just so conservatives don’t take it to heart
i don’t think bush did it, ‘cause he isn’t that smart
he’s just a stupid puppet taking orders on his cell phone
from the same people that sabotaged senator wellstone
the military industry got it poppin’ and lockin’
looking for a way to justify the wolfowitz doctrine
and as a matter of fact, rumsfeld, now that i think back:
without 9/11, you couldn’t have a war in iraq
or a defense budget of world conquest proportions
k!ll freedom of speech and revoke the right to abortions
tax cut extortion, a blessing to the wealthy and wicked
but you still have to answer to the armageddon you scripted
and d*ck cheney? you f*ckin leech, tell them your plans:
about building your pipelines through afghanistan
and how israeli troops trained the taliban in pakistan
you might have some house b*tches fooled, but i understand
colonialism is sponsored by corporations
that’s why halliburton gets paid to rebuild nations
tell me the truth, i don’t scare into paralysis
i know the cia saw bin laden on dialysis
in ’98 when he was top ten for the fbi
government ties is really why the government lies
read it yourself instead of asking the government why
‘cause then the cause of death will cause the propaganda to die

(chorus vanilla ice & snoop dogg)
rap is an art you can’t own no loops
it’s how you hook em up and the rhyme style troop
so don’t even think you could say someone bit
off your weak beat come on you need to quit
if we gotta dumb down our style and abc it, then so be it
cause nowadays these kids just don’t give a sh*t ‘bout lyrics
all they wanna hear is a beat and that’s it
long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
pick up some chicks and get some digits
and the djs playing them hits, “oh, this my jam, this my sh*t!”
we don’t know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us

(verse 5 ice cube)
this is for my b*tches in the shelters that don’t need shelter, you just doin’ that sh*t for a crib
and all my bad little b*tches, when your baby father hits you, stick a ice cold knife in his ribs
and all my b*tches pimp the system, get your wic, tell your workers, “f*ck that,” you gon’ have more kids
and you ain’t have ‘em cause you need ’em, but now you gotta feed em, so you figure that your ass gon’ strip
it’s the principle of it, i get a rush when i bust
some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody’ll quote
that’s what i consider real in this field of music
instead of puttin’ brain cells to work, they abuse it
non*conceptual, non*exceptional
everybody’s either crime*related or s*xual
for those who pose lyrical, but really ain’t true, i feel:
their time’s limited, hard rocks too

(verse 6 snoop dogg)
the place i’m from, santa don’t leave gifts
in my house, santa only shoplifts
holidays in the hood ain’t no motherf*ckin joke
when people all around you is starving and broke
cause if you black and poor, it’s h*ll;
you only hear gunshots, you never hear bells
so if you got a way out, then go
cause it ain’t no fun with christmas in the ghetto
success is what you make it, take it how it come
a half a mil in twenties, like a billion where i’m from
an arrogant drug dealer, the legend i become
cnn said i’d be dead by 21
blackjack…i just pulled an ace
as you looking at the king in his face

(chorus ice cube & snoop dogg)
rap is an art you can’t own no loops
it’s how you hook em up and the rhyme style troop
so don’t even think you could say someone bit
off your weak beat come on you need to quit
if we gotta dumb down our style and abc it, then so be it
cause nowadays these kids just don’t give a sh*t ‘bout lyrics
all they wanna hear is a beat and that’s it
long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
pick up some chicks and get some digits
and the djs playing them hits, “oh, this my jam, this my sh*t!”
we don’t know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us

(outro everybody)
ayyyo, you know what i love (what’s that?)
it’s when motherf*ckers assume
that they ass can’t get popped at 12 o’clock in the afternoon
come on, let’s be real:
you only think you can deal
that’s why i’m holdin’ the steel
i rock sh*t to make you feel
like, d*mn that looks easy! maybe i can do it
so you take a fat beat and put your wack rhymes to it
and god only knows what can make you pursue it
for those who can’t dance and clap your hands to it
bye bye!

- lil fungus lyrics

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