Reality Check

Artist: Seagram f/ Too $hort Album: Reality Check Song: Gangstas & Players [Too $hort] $hort Dog's in the house... Hey, Seag, what you mean when you talk about gangstas? [Seagram] When I'm talking about gangstas I ain't talking about gang bangers Small time corner hangers, I'm talking about bird slangers Not them fake ass shoot em up type But the type that shoot you ass when the time's right So would you tell me what's your mack like What's your stack like Slanging crack on a track making stacks to the day light Niggas keep it ceased, my pockets increases I can't be faded, not even with some bleach Most of you niggas ain't gangstas, you kicking drama But that drama will cause your ass drama In my H-O-O-D, that big S to the N to the V On the late night ride, straight on the mission On highway 5 with a trunk full of chickens Gangsta living is a sport But playing these hoes is for the pros Like my boy Too $hort [Too $hort] Big Baby pass the mic so I can dog these freaks Two rapping mothafuckas from East Oakland streets... On that ass, so what you gonna do with that? Some bitch lost a nigga when they peeled his cap When they was getting at his ass, hollered 'Let that go!' But Oakland, California don't protect no hoe Cause they'll write you off like taxes Everywhere you go you get your ass kicked Niggas don't appreciate you coming with a phony Kinda like The Mack when he smoked Pretty Tony And that's straight pimp game from the O My name is $hort Dog, you wanna know... Some? Nothing but gangstas and playas out here Can't be a fake nigga staying out here Bitches learn early to respect this game So they never talk down on a player's name Bitch...Bitch...Bitch... Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players [Seagram] It's the big bad ass nigga named Seag Back in your ass with a trick up my sleave Snitches acting like a bitches in a way Gonna be find with the vicious, sewing stiches, when I spray You fucking with a nigga that's hard to the bone Giving mothafuckas close-ups of my barrel So peek out game from the East Side vet From the 69 set, it's as real as it gets Still blending up hop in a blender Wore my beanie at the Winter, a full time offender With them terrorized, hellafied, gangstarized lyrics Creeping to you speaker like an Alcapone spirit Crawling and balling to the East Side jungle Niggas steady calling, I'm holling off bundless I'm the judge and jury of this court But I'ma kick back and hit this 'Port And pass the mic to $hort [Too $hort] I'm zipping Hennessey straight, smoking my dank My bitch is outta pocket, can't have no bank Should I kick her mothafucking ass? Cause punk niggas out here don't last Maybe I should fire my bitch and get a new hoe Have her sprung on old school Too $ho Let her fine ass ride in my Lexus Take her to my house and start talking about sex, bitch Anyway you want it, it be something tight Roll with $hort Dog, bitch, you fucking tonight Straight player from the O, hoe, yes, it's me Got love for the gangstas from S.N.V If it weren't for the pimp and a mack in me I wouldn't holler at my homeboys, black indeed What's up? Seag got me at the studio Called me up so I can take it to these hoes And that's just what we gonna do... Take it to these hoe ass niggas and you bitches... Straight from the Oaktown... East Side, bitch... [Seagram] Macking and stacking... Slapping bitches, you know what I mean? Just a gangsta thang, you know what I'm saying? East Side, bitch, in the house...