Red Cafe - The Realest - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

18.03.2011

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[Intro: Red Café] What it be like? Shakedown Top flow with it Ah, Yeah [Verse 1: Red Café] I be doing me, making the haters mad Pop tags everyday, I'mma show my ass Photogenic swag, get automatic cash Big wheel in the front, 200 on the dash We running the streets, tell them niggas "hang it up" Diamonds on my neck, you see my niggas tatted up We be in the club, never catch me at the bar Call a waitress, tell her "bring me the bar" Couple years back an O.G. gave me the word: "Stop screwin' byrds, start movin' birds" So I put it down, now I'm the hottest in the hood If you're looking for me it ain't hard, I'm in the hood [Hook x2: Red Café] I'm the realest (Yeah!) I'm the realest (Yeah!) If you're looking for that raw meet the dealer All these hoes up in here know I'm the realest It's shakedown, look you're fucking with the winners [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Banks! Nigga meet me at the top And every weekend spending frequent like my CD about to drop On your TV, but still see me on the block I got that South Jamaica shit with me, Three V's off the lot Lamborghini screaming hear them bitches pulling up ... riding shotgun, put the strippers in the truck Rake the fucking mall up, ain't no telling what I spend Living life, kind of like some shit that I done dreamt The clock's ticking, I'm on my way I'm Glock gripping, In case they want my pay Kush crushing, you can smell it when I pass Wings on the steering wheel, I'm stellar when I smash [Hook x2: Red Café] I'm the realest (Yeah!) I'm the realest (Yeah!) If you're looking for that raw meet the dealer All these hoes up in here know I'm the realest It's shakedown, look you're fucking with the winners [Verse 3: Fabolous] Yeah, they abuse it like a motherfucker Everybody winning, somebody loosing like a motherfucker Ciroc and pineapple juice is like a motherfucker On my bullshit, Carlos Boozer like a motherfucker" I pulled up in whatever, does it make difference? They still jump in (jumpin') the car, them bitches Blake Griffin Smoking all out, call that shit to the max Suckers smile my in my face, they call me "shit" to my back But my team ride out, and your team died out Heard your boys didn't make it, should've never tried out Getting money over here, like "recession over where?" And I heard that money talks, so that's all I over hear [Hook x2: Red Café] I'm the realest (Yeah!) I'm the realest (Yeah!) If you're looking for that raw meet the dealer All these hoes up in here know I'm the realest It's shakedown, look you're fucking with the winners
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