Lyrics:

Intro



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Real muthaphuckkin G's...

Real muthaphuckkin G's...

Real Muthaphuckkin G's...



Verse One



Hey Yo doctor, here's another proper crack

and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper

and let that real shit provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc

and you'll get smoked and i hope that yer fans understand

when ya talk about sprayin me same records that ya

makin' is payin me

Motherfuck Dre

Motherfuck Snoop

Motherfuck Death Row

Yo, and here comes me left blow

'cuz i'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season

to let the Real motherfuckin G's in, ya like a kid ya

found a pup and now yer dapper, but tell me where the

fuck ya found ya found an anerexic rapper

talkin 'bout who ya go squabble with and who ya shoot

you're only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots



damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day



But Dre Day only met Eazy's pay day

all of a sudden Dr Dre is a G thang, but on his

old album cover he was a she thang

so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez

motherfuckin' Real G's



Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*

Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*





Now take it to the rapper, claimin to be dapper then

the Dresta, smoother then a bitch but Dre's a rollin

gangster, ain't broke a law in yer life, yet every time you rap

you yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look

at the nigga, and you'll capture the fact, that the bastard is

simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slang

and the Mental, of Niggaz in Compton, wattz, and South Central

never ever once have you ran with the turf, yet in every verse you

claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness

to your fuckin work, so ya never had no buiness, so

save the drama jerk, Niggaz straight kill me

knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to

you studio gangsters,see i did dirt, i did work, so

many Niggaz can vouch that, so since i got stripes

i got the right to rap about that, but Niggaz like you

i gotta hate ya, i'm tired of Suburbian Niggaz talkin about they comin from projects knowin ya ain't seen the parts of the streets G

think ya tryin bang around the time of the peace treaty

wearin kackis and ya mob while ya ryhme, little fag

tried to sag, but he's gettin flooded at the same time,

and ya set don't accept ya, so ya scared to kick wit yer homies

'cuz ya know they don't respect ya, So Nigga please check

nuts before ya step to deez, motherfuckin Real G's





Verse Three



Well, it the Knock Out, definition orginal baby gangster

approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'm ma bank ya

shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if I havta

Dr Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin actors

pranksters, studio gangsters, busters

but this time yer dealin with some real motherfuckers

G's, Nigga please, don't try to step

because if ya do, then the pill cap is all that would be left

see young Niggaz like me, will break ya off somethin,

claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton

Niggaz like ya'll is what I call wannabe's it aint shit compared

to Real Motherfuckin' G's



Yo Dre, What's up? *bang*

Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*



I never met an OG who never did shit wrong

ya tried to dis the Eazy-E so now Nigga it's on you

and ya Doggy Dogg, think yer all honk and shit

both of you bitches, can come and suck my Doggy's dick

beatin a bitch don't make ya shit, but then agian some Niggaz

think it makes a man, Damn it's a trip

how a Nigga could switch so quick from wearin lipstick

to smokin on Chronic at picnics, and now ya think yer bigger

but to me you ain't nothin but a bitch ass Nigga

who ain't worth a food stamp, but at

Death Row, I hear yer gettin treated like Boot camp

gotta follow yer sargents directions, or get yer ass

pumped with a Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E

Stay in your place and don't step to Real motherfuckin G's



Yo Dre, What's up? *bang*

Dre ya should have known by now..

Yo Dre (what's up?) *Bang*

Dre ya should have known by now...



Yo Dre (what's up?) *bang*

Dre ya should have known by now, Eazy duz it....