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drinks up! - madlib lyrics

[intro]
ya listenin’ to madlib
tha beat konducta!

[hook: frank nitt]
my real n*ggas, put ya hands up
you fake n*ggas, put ya hands down
my baller n*ggas, put ya drinks up!
and tell them hoes to pull they pants down

[verse 1: frank nitt]
my real n*ggas survive
can’t be around you fake n*ggas, you giving me hives
had to see my dermatologist, you can ask big eyes
gave me wack man repellant, told me “nitty, survive”
so – i’ma just get my pimp strut on
and try to stack my chips up and get an ocean front home
so i can throw a pool party just nelly
i got the señoritas and the credit cards already (yes!)
my n*gga, don’t you want that too?
and if not, where you from? what type of n*gga is you??
’cause if you’re like that, you should be ashamed or something
i don’t know, ’cause you acting kinda lame or something
and i told you, you crazy n*ggas make me itch
but i’ma show you how to do it right, like my name hitch
just do it how you do it, and make it flow fluid
and let it motivate you when the next n*gga do it, m*th*f*cka!
[hook: frank nitt]
my real n*ggas, put ya hands up
you fake n*ggas, put ya hands down
my baller n*ggas, put ya drinks up!
and tell them hoes to pull they pants down

my real n*ggas, put ya hands up
you fake n*ggas, put ya hands down
my baller n*ggas, put ya drinks up!
and tell them hoes to pull they pants down

[dank, (frank nitt)]
yeah, this is for my n*ggas (my n*ggas!) who get that money
they get it up and ain’t a d*mn thing funny
they look strange to a n*gga that don’t
i’m a n*gga that will you a n*gga that won’t
so turn me off, ’cause you ain’t gonna like this song
’cause i’m all about the shine (bling!) like the lights was on
and i can’t help it if a young n*gga got good taste
with a little bit of cheeba and a chick that give face
and speaking of face, you need to face the facts
there’s real n*ggas in the world, that get down like that (n*gga!)
and all my real n*ggas, turn your beat up, let it pound out
so you can go and tear the streets up, pull you cars out
’cause real n*ggas do real things
not them n*ggas (not them!) in costume bling
you n*ggas got the game all twisted, daddy, straight f*ckin’ it
when you even getting involved if you can’t f*ck with it??
you n*ggas look crazy to me
it’s a race to the top, n*gga, we gon’ see – n*gga!
[hook: frank nitt]
my real n*ggas, put ya hands up
you fake n*ggas, put ya hands down
my baller n*ggas, put ya drinks up!
and tell them hoes to pull they pants down

my real n*ggas, put ya hands up
you fake n*ggas, put ya hands down
my baller n*ggas, put ya drinks up!
and tell them hoes to pull they pants down

- madlib lyrics

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