Da Real Deal - Mac Dre, Dubee

Yeah doe, bitch

The motherfucking Crestside is up in the building

You know we tearing shit up like this, man

'Cause you know, I’m first up to bat

I’m gonna start this shit like this here

So check it out, Foreezy

Now I’mma crack my heem, twist my blunt

But you know MD and Sugawolf ain’t know punk

Bringing it to ya, kick the really real to confool ya

Crestside pound, with style, and I’m the ruler

Riggity-rough and tough, strap 4−5's and stuff

In that niggity-North Pole is where you’re finding us

Do it matter?

Nope, we international

And boat super spokes while we smashing ho’s

From deep in the east or even New York

I bet I got that Cali indo to smoke

Creeping tailored, talking more shit than a sailor

Twisting Backwood blunts can’t fuck with Vega’s

Now the ho’s say a Nigga ain’t shit, but I’m raw

Sharpshoot a saw, and put the grip in they jaw

Now what you thought?

We chasing up some

Check a trump put that dump with my dump gun

Come from the Country Club Creeznest

Killer affiliated so I by request

A nigga show my tactics

And eat up with a little in this here rap shit

Well here’s a little something about a nigga like me

Young silky, R-O-M-P

Super fly lavish, Creesy savage

Love Kool-aid, neck bones and cabbage

Be in the cut, smoking the chronic

Nigga couldn’t see me with a high bionic

Drink Micky not Miller, cold cot dealer

Got more ho’s then they got in Chachilla

Super bad peela, got’s to have skrilla

Bitch treat a nigga like I’m a mad killa

No man lying incarceration

Read to the general population

Silky, slim like Penny, smooth like Remy

But y’all don’t hear me

Pockets so fat that I walk with a limp

And I’m doing big things with that Sugawolf Pimp

We bout our money, get our paper

Snatch these ho’s when our paper stack tall as skyscrapers

All you baller haters can’t fuck with the real deal

'Cause the real deal get real skreal

And we rolling with out the windmills

We bout our money, get our paper

Snatch these ho’s when our paper stack tall as skyscrapers

All you baller haters can’t fuck with the real deal

'Cause the real deal get real skreal

And we rolling with out the windmills

Now what if I whip the truck and twist a sack of some of that dosha

I’m nothing soldier, fuck with me and I’ll fold ya

So trick don’t get it twisted, I spit that potent pimp shit

Fuck with an OG pro up on the floor and get your bitch lipped

Party like I’m faded, 'cause I be captivating

Player haters who hate these players who fly without a cape

Now when a soldier skip to the rescue

I’m out with a gat in the Crest fool

I whip then dip 'cause nigga that’s what the cess do

So improve your macking skills, fuck Jack and Jill

I’m all about my skrill deal, so these real niggas feel me

OG game pumping up through my blood

So twist a twap sack and burn it down to the nub

We roll on Vogues and thang, it will be to them 15's

Keep heat in your seat, clip in your shit, make sure your shit clean

Show no fear, call about this here

90's game so I maintain, steady Bogarding like a beer

And I swear on purple hair dosha dank that got me buzzing

Folks so I know there ain’t no love

In this environment, it’s just retirement

When folks fuck with that heat and get burnt by the fire, bitch

We putting that Country Club Crestside for shows

Love to choke, 420 smoke

That’s dank, you ain’t knowing?

Ride Regals

My compadre cuddie, my amigo

I’m 24 Karat Bay Area road

And 707 is the area code

Popping like Jiffy, butter like Skippy

Old school like Rodney Allen Ripley

Hit me with your wide receiver

Million dollar man like that fool

Never had a dog that didn’t get down

Never had a broad that didn’t kick down

Dick down, top notch

Double down heels when I tap that ass

Making my cash, selling my game

I don’t think they know mayne, tell 'em how we swang

We bout our money, get our paper

Snatch these ho’s when our paper stack tall as skyscrapers

All you baller haters can’t fuck with the real deal

'Cause the real deal get real skreal

And we rolling with out the windmills

We bout our money, get our paper

Snatch these ho’s when our paper stack tall as skyscrapers

All you baller haters can’t fuck with the real deal

'Cause the real deal get real skreal

And we rolling with out the windmills