Gettin Real Buck

Lyrics

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac] Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] It's kind of hard to keep a fuckin' meal If yo' name ain't Holyfield Kick back in this AC high as hell, countin' dollar bills Make a trip to the liquor store, stop and get a Tanqueray Pint of Gin in the wind, ballin' hittin' the freeway Ain't no slippin' in the street, 5-0's on my ass, G Three cars deep, after me, ballin' down through S.P.V Gangsta' mane, still the same, gleamin' as I see you pass Holler when I holler, time to dip into another path Rip it up, open it up, can I get a Newport? Pass me one, thank you sir Got your own, ain't no shorts Ya on ya owns, ain't no shorts Steve and Bone, they taught me that Straight from the Mound, yeah they down If they cool with Gangsta Blac All my nigga's gettin' buck, bitches on my dizzick Dolemite, 'cause I'm so hype And ho, this just big business Babysittin', savin' hoes, ain't the way it's supposed to go Fuck 'em slow, let 'em know, time to hit the door hoe [Chorus: Gangsta Blac] Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck [Verse 2: Gangsta Blac] Wassup to all these people's rumours That's been said by them folks with anna Creepin' from the back with a fuckin' gage Ready to ram and jam ya' All these fuckin' slugs up in yo' ass If I up and find ya' Mouth, full of lit firecrackers Star Spangled Banner Reese's Pieces of yo' body Hittin' them bitches watch 'em drool Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, but Jack he ain't no damn fool Hoe you must be hot, not my fault Mother nature did it, gon' with yo bad self Hoe you need to fuckin' quit it Ain't no junkie lookin' good Ain't no killer, wish I would I buck down all you lemons Puttin' them jackets on my neighborhood Cock my nine, feelin' fine If they just wouldn't run they mouth Wassup? You ain't mad is ya bitch, cause we from the South To you motor mouth, mother suckers come get some of this Nosiness, wig split, stay up out my business Ride 'em up, escalator bound to the mighty sky Be a hoe, see ya hoe in hell cause it's time to die [Chorus: Gangsta Blac] Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck [Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] Ain't no fuckin' Superman Take no bullet for no nigga Trick you must can't understand Hoe then how the fuck you figure Not with all that rugged shit Not with all that buckwild shit All about roastin' a bitch All about makin' it rich Hood Rat mean's a groupie hoe that's slurpin' on yo nut sack Sack's of weed is what I need Keep my brain on this track Choo-Choo, watch me choke As I blow, out a cloud of smoke Hypnotize, symbolized, baptized off that holy dope Time to find my nigga, let me ride in yo' Pontiac Well fuck it, I call Rod and we'll ride Chevy with the bump in back Fuck you bitches, ain't just for the gals, it's for plenty niggas South peeler, killers only when you grip a bigger trigger Grip yo' nine, grip my dick, nigga I don't give a shit Paul and Lil' Mane got my back, two nigga's you can't deal with Bustin' through the crowd like a crash dead in yo gut Now my nigga's deep, real deep Gettin' real buck [Chorus: Gangsta Blac] Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck