Feel The Real

Yo, who we got? Check it out, aiyyo
Aiyyo, givin' the women somethin' they can feel, who we got?
We got, we got, we got, we got, we got tha liks
If yall niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint real

Ah, ha, ha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this motherfucker
Posted gettin' toasted, I know them niggaz dont dig this shit
With these women out here but yo check it out
We cant make every song hardcore
(Can you feel this?)

But we definitely aint gonna make no soft shit
If yall niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint real
So feel the real

Feel the realness of the brother that leaves the women wide
With rough words of pleasure that they boyfriend cant provide
'Cause while they niggaz think they slick, fuckin' down low tricks
I got the finest hoes in Cali fightin' over this dick

But Ima single nigga lust, so nobody gets hurt
No one is alerted 'cause they heard that I flirted
Unlike these niggaz that you claimin' is your only
That be in the wind at night while you watchin' TV lonely

But phony shit is what relationships bring
Thats why you lookin' at my fingers but you see no rings
Just a fist full of digits and a forty ounce of miller
'Cause the last girl I had that bitch made me wanna kill her

On that shit, tryin' to sniff my clothes
Swearin' up and down I was out coolin' with hoes
But yo Rico knows, what it means to be committed
And when I claim you as my beyatch I go all the way with it

And thats the real and thats the real
(Tell me can you feel this?)
If yall niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint real
So all the ladies in the place can know, thats the real
(Can you feel this?)
Uh, thats the real, if yall niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint real
(Ah one two)

I thought she was the one for me, only for my eyes to see
Sometimes I let her cry but shes a lady
But most of the time I kept that bitch happy
Kept her toe nails painted and her hair from gettin' nappy

It was a rainy cold weatherly winter
I met this broad at the Beverly center
I stepped to the hottie with the body, nuttin' to it
I said, "I like the Nikes baby", can we just do it?

What would it cost to be J-Ro apostrophe's
Yes, yes damn you blessed
With fat ass with no ripples, tools big like hipple?
Its tha liks six baby, baby on them nipples
She just smiled and said ooh you need to quit it
(Damn bro, all we wanna know is did you get it)
What?

Shit, I hit it, from all the angles
Swingin' my thing like the California Angels
Things got serious as much time was spent
I said, "Fuck it, lets split the rent on this apartment"

Two years together quickly turned into four
The tears began to pour when I had to go on tour
Two months later, I walk back through the door
The bitch is butt naked with some nigga on my floor

Damn, I didnt know I had a hot one
Went to my room and grabbed my shotgun
(Ah, chill)
I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda
I wouldnt be here today

She tried to make me think everything could be the same
But she ran too much game on my 511 frame
I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda you know the consequences
I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda thats what I hate bitches
(Just chill nigga, I know you feel this)

If yall niggaz cant feel me then yall niggaz aint real
If yall niggaz cant feel me then yall niggaz aint real
If yall niggaz cant feel me then yall niggaz aint real
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