Текст песни WC - Reality Show

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(Intro W.C. Talking) Damn I mean when this shit come on right here (Dub-C) I mean you gotta put yo hands up (Dub) you got to (Dub-Dub-Dub-C) I mean Im looking around right now and I dont know whats real I mean I seein all this bullshit on TV all these weirdoes out here, I dont know whats going on but Uhh (Hook) If its on then its on let me know that its on If it aint really on tell me whats going on If its on then its on let me know that its on Cuz Uh-Ohhh Its my reality show If its all for the dough and its really a show Nigga, lemme know cuz the triggers ready to blow If its on then its on let me know that its on Cuz Uh-Ohhh (Verse 1) Man up time to put ya hands up I come too far to lay down, so imma stand up And let the truth be told Cuz majority of niggaz in this rap shit aint nothing but hoes Whats the Flava? aint no greater Than this double-pump shaker shakin up the party with the new ankle-breaker So hold on while I take the strap and reload And tune you niggaz in to my reality show First up? never the least.. I kick it off where the sun rises like yeast Imma start in the east The Big Brother when hip hop Was just like L.A. radio done sold their sole & went pop I used to recognize the welcome mat But now in the Cash Cab nigga I dont know where Im at My nigga Slay said the other day I Love New York but radio done let the Projects Runaway I told him dont sweat it and dont stress those Cuz over here Loc, we got it even worse on the west coast A gang of niggaz smellin like similac on my station Wit no respect for the foundation Im grabbing my flame thrower Its a Dirty job but radio needs an Extreme Makeover Look They cant bullshit Dubb My pants aint tight enough to be in their Celebrity Fit Club Hip-hop Ultimate Fighter No pretender Three fifty seven south central Contender Im south of the ten freeway.. turn the wheels While these rap niggaz scared to come down the hills On the block where the glock is kept The Apprentice in the kitchen with the homie workin scales like a Top Chef (Yep). gotta keep another plug Cuz staying down with this rap shit is Tough Love No affection Thats why im headed in the northern direction Pluggin wit my bay area connection Up north got the bomb bay to make sure the Sac pay The homie E-40, Too Short & Mac Dre Its my reality show, and my reality is smashin Fuck Keeping up with the Kardashians Im hiding from the Repo Man so get the deals nick Keep a roof over my kids head is real shit Cant sit around and wait til it comes back around Gotta get it down south is where its at now Well I got that the make they lungs cough And a homegirl wit me to throw the ones off It aint a Simple Life its a grind & all the above Im getting a shot of hen nigga, fuck A Shot at Love After riding my stick My homegirl said Chili want a square, but she need some westside dick I said you know I aint right.. Ill dig her out all night Fuck her and kick her to the curb like a Basketball Wife Plus she aint down enough to be mine If we get caught, The First 48 she droppin a dime Have a nigga in jail lookin like The Biggest Loser Wit the receding hairline like Carlos Boozer Surreal Life a nigga cant play wit this Keisha Colell Even tell you thats The Way It Is (Hook) If its on then its on let me know that its on If it aint really on tell me whats going on If its on then its on let me know that its on Cuz Uh-Ohhh Its my reality show If its all for the dough and its really a show Nigga, lemme know cuz the triggers ready to blow If its on then its on let me know that its on Cuz Uh-Ohhh Its my reality show (Scratching & Mixing Dubb-C fading out) Read more: W.C. - Reality Show Lyrics | MetroLyrics

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