Dat Real Shit – Camoflauge – letras

[Camoflauge:] Goddamn![Hook]It’s that real shit, Huh?That real shit, What?That real shit, And you can tell?Cause flies all around itIt’s that real shit, What?That real shit, Huh?That real shit, And you can tell?Cause flies all around it[Verse]Man its that real shit (Smell that!)I bet you won’t (inhale that!)Too long cause its strong like some weed outta ?Y’all niggaz know what it isBoy ain’t yo mamma told you bout playin with them project kids!But you don’t listen, now yo ass missinFor runnin yo fuckin mouth, and knowin you ain’t no competitionI glisnin like diamonds, they rippin up shit when I’m rhyming,Just like the sun I’m shinin, top of the charts is where I’m climbinA red light means STOP! I run that shit!Got niggaz fiendin for some good dopeGotta come back and get! Another hit of that bomb ass musicShit don’t love the way I do it![Hook: x2][Verse]I’m ragin, cause niggaz hatin, cause we makin,Mail out the ass better ask somebody I’m blazinHot like fire nigga , you don’t wanna try this nigga!Picture me rollin like 4 rims and 4 tires nigga!I’m bad like Michael… Jackson, Jordan, your pickBut any way you look at it I’m still the shit!My click bringin em’ pain! Rapin’ the game!Livin that life! Lovin the fame!I’m fuckin your dame! She givin up brain!You kissin that hoe, when she ain’t round I bet you missin that hoeYou better listen (bro!) I’m on a mutha fuckin mission (whoa!)To get rid of my opposition (Oh!) These niggas ain’t no competition (No!)Ain’t on my level, and I ain’t even 20 yetNiggas in trouble, I’m blowin up like a balloonAnd laughin at these clowns like a 3rd grader watchin cartoons.(Laughs in the background)[Hook x2][Verse 3]It’s that real shit, so feel me, like you feelin a stripper,Ready to tip her, dick bout to bust out your zipper!You know Camoflauge, the don, sippin perionSmoking reefer, ridin round getting my fettin onSee these niggas playa hate me, but its all gravy causeI PUTS IT DOWN LIKE A SHITTY BABY!Brought pain to the rap game, just like a 7 in a crap gameNiggas didn’t understand what the fuck was happ’ningShit went to sellin out the store like a crack houseDrought season! Good dope!Niggas know I’m the ? Get in the booth and representAnd when I come out nobody go in there for 35 to 45 minutes![Hook x3][talk till fade]S in heavy rotation even though we make themHits from the streets, Projects, Ghettos and guttersAnd them thong wearin broads in the club shakin they buttuxMe, I’m slangin tapes like them hookers slangin they cut upAnd just like the freak bitches i’m makin these niggas nut upSo What up (What up, What up)And just like Trick Daddy say Uh Huh, Okay, Bitch Shut UP![Chorus]From the Jail House to the Crack House niggas Steal my shitPut an alarm on my lyrics just in case my niggas try to steal my shitI Spit like text, Good like sex, Pop my Tape in yo deck and u’ll be highlike your on EXFloatin’ and shit, cuz I be spittin that potenent shitGot em’ coughin and chokin and shit watch how u talkin and shitGrill gold teeted outEyes all reded outHead all dreaded outKick shit like Jet-Li and Jackie ChanI fuck over MC’s Like they pussy and im dingalangWhen I spit these flows i’m out of controlLike a kindergardener diggin in his noseAnd wipin the bugers off on yo closeI’m camoflauge man these niggas can’t see meUnless i’m at the mall walkin round drop the top down doin a show on TVAll he talks about is drugs, sex, and violence the black Slim ShadyDon’t hate me cuz I put it down like a shitty babyYa Smell Dat?[Chorus]Look I took my pen and padRolled up every sheet I hadBust up every gaurd in the carRolled up all the weed I hadLit it, hit it, rolled it remembered it spit itThey mixed it mastered it manufactured ShiftedPromoted, the stores sold it, niggas robbed it and stole itHurry up dog pull it off yo tape deck it’s too hot to hold itThey got drunk and weeded, ridin’ round town in they trunks they beat itThey woofers WHAM WHAM, and they tweeters , Leada LeadaThe way a fuck over the track it’s like i miss treat itHelp writin a hit’s like help fuckin a bitch I Don’t Need it.I’m cool, no ice, das all gravy, No riceMr. Rogers wanted me to move in his neighborhood cuz my flows is so niceHumptey dumptey sat on a wall Peter Piper picked a pepperYeah I sat on the curb wit a bag of herb and picked up a bad habit of gettin cheddarBlack beretta Tucked up under my Coogi SweaterMan I ain’t met a nigga yet dat flow bettaNigga I puts it down[Chorus][Camoflauge]Ya smell datI puts it down like a shitty babyYa’l smell datDat real shitCamoflauge the dogStictly for da streetsNigga i puts it down like a shitty babyDat funky shitDat muthafuckin real shit, uncut shit, dat 912 shitNigga ya smell datSavannah Georgia nigga