My Real Dawgs Lyrics
Wake up, H-Dawg
Wake up
Wake up, H-Dawg
Yeah
Wake up
Keep your circle tight
Never turn on your brother for the next, never shine on your brother for the next
Y’all shine together, that’s loyalty
You got it, the next man got it
You hit, your partner hit
Wanna make a family after the curse
21
Uh-huh(Real friend)
(My real dog, a real n****, a real one)Uh-huh
You see Nudy, you see Savage, yeah, that’s gang, gang(21)
Free my main man Bratt out the chain gang(Yeah, 21)
Benz coupe got three letters on it(Three letters on it, AMG)
Flexin’ my ass, got this money on me(Stack it, bitch)
I did good today, I bust a n**** in they shit, yeah
Trigger finger crazy, every time I squeeze that glick
I slide with two Glocks for you sissy-ass n*****
Keep it ghost on who shot for you police-ass bitches
You throw rocks, I throw bullets
Draco dirty, it’s a fully
I wipe my hands with all this pussy shit and keep my distance, n****(Wash it off)
Some of these n***** be actin’ like hoes sometimes(Hoes sometimes, hoes sometimes)
I just be kickin’ back, watchin’ n***** whine(Cryin’-ass bitch)
And you know how, like, n***** just sit there, think they entitled to some shit?
Some shit that you earned off your blood, sweat, and tears
I can’t go for nothin’ goofy, n**** grinded for this shit
I’m a grown-ass man, I can’t depend on no bitch
They say that ‘Lac cost two hundred(For you racin’-ass n*****)
Hit the trap and do numbers(For my ex-drug dealers)
You an opp, I’m a—, pew
I see cops, I’ma—, shh(Yeah, quiet)
Uh-huh
Uh-huh(Zone 6, n****)
Uh-huh(Paradise)
Uh-huh(Slime, yeah)
Yes, sir, Slimeball, I’m so Zone 6
Damn, I can smell a pussy n****, man, I love a lick
Heard he got a hundred on his head, let that chopper spit
Go back to the hood and kick it with me and my partner, n****(My n****, my dawg)
Know Osama was my favorite fuckin’ chopper, n****
Put that shit on Big God, man, it popped a lot of n*****
Man, I love when a n**** play hard, give me a reason to drop a n****
Drop that n****
Stop that n****
Pussy n****
Get your funds up and get your guns up(Get your guns up)
Better not ride with it, boy, you’ll bitch it up(You’ll bitch it up)
Better duck, n****, gang pullin’ up(Gang pullin’ up)
Big 4L, bitch, you know we fucked it up(You know we fucked it up)
Terrorize the city, who gon’ fuck with us?(Who gon’ fuck with us?)
Lot of money in it, you can’t fuck with us(You can’t fuck with us)
Haha
Ha
Lot of money in this shit, bitch(Yeah, n****)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lot of money in it, you can’t fuck with us
I was on some shit like, “Right
If everybody rappin’, who gon’ shoot?”
You know what I’m sayin’?
This n**** crazy
You know what I’m sayin’? So, so—
So I tried it at first till he was just like, “Bruh, they fuckin’ with you, rap, bruh, like, rap”
And you was like, “I like shootin’ better”
The fuck you mean you don’t know DJ Marc B?