Текст песни Lil` Rob - Keep it Real
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(Lil` Rob)Wacha, there`s a difference between fact and fictionPay close attention, do more than listenHear what I`m telling you all these vatos be telling itClaiming that they be having itBut really they ain`t having shitFuck all that bullshit that shit is kid shitKeep talking shit bitch that`s what your skill isFools are ridiculous just don`t know when to quitCan`t spit like I can spit straight up immaculateTalented handle it Simon ey I`m a man that didFeel so cold leave you frozen stiff like a manikinCrazy like the bay that they named after a pelicanFrom pellet guns to Semi autos to automatic gunsNot having funds to having funds to having fun in CaliSun I love convertibles dog I had to have me oneYou might know me from cruising around in my CadillacTwo pumps in the trunk the batteries on rack ten switches on my lap(Lil` Rob)(Chorus)Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills eseA lot of you vatos don`t know how it feels to keep itreal ese I do what I do when I do itI`m keeping it real when I do itUnlike you did, everything you did was stupid.Keeping it real, got the skills to pay the bills eseA lot of you vatos don`t know how it feels to keep itreal ese I do what I do when I do itI`m keeping it real when I do itUnlike you did, I don`t wanna do what you did stupid(Lil` Rob)A lot of you vatos take a long time to bust a rhymeand to Hit the ol` drawing board and take some more time for realHomeboy I ain`t never heard nothing weakerI can`t believe that bullshit be coming out the speakerIts like who heard you and told you that you were good?They lied to you, you can`t rap but they said you couldWhy, would they do that, now look what they done didMade a shit talker out of a young, fucking dumb kidI know where I`m from, I know what I`ve doneI know what it takes to be number oneYou vatos cross the line all the time by dropping theDime Your questioning, I`m answering before your asking itI know what I said whatever I said homeboy I`m backingIt I`m backin it, while you`re a lying fucking sack of shitChronic shit? Got a big ol` fluffy fuckin sack of itIt`s no accident when I`m packing it, relaxing it,kicking back and shit I loss my mind,I loss the time where`d it goI don`t know, lost track of it(Chorus)(Lil` Rob)San Diego, city I was brought up inHome of Donovan, car hoppin and bomb droppinI`m getting numbers while I`m dragging bumpersScraping it up, Juice, I think I`ve got more thanEnough In fact I think I got a little too much but neverEnough Living life so rough and so tough I pick up the micSabes Que? I`m sick of the mic, I`m sic on the micYour sounding like a bitch on the micI`m sick of my life and still kick the shit that youLike Probably get myself a six-pack and just kick itTonight I`m tripping tonight feel like straight out picking aFight Get wickie wicked tonight drug driven tonightI`m going out of my head like little AnthonyBack in the days when he had tears on his pillowWeeping like a willow it`s Lil` Rob esse breaking itDown Gangster oldie no mistaking the sound no mistakes are allowed(Chorus)