Текст Mac Dre – Iz Real

With c.o’s and guards, my niggas run the yard
They knocking’ Messy Marv, cause the dope so clean
415, B.G.F, crips, and 14
I’m a top hat rap cat you niggas locals
And couldn’t recognize the game with bi-locals
I’m big shit and operation by a coastle
And the mob woke up when we suppose to
Keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke
Keep a bitch broke, keep a keep a bitch broke
Ain’t no jobs niggas so we forced to sale dope
And roll with all gold and chrome on one spoke
I hit yo house party jeweled and bandana
I’m from the Cartel the real Tony’s Montana’s
We put drums and bananas on is real
Hood nut niggas spencing on e pills
I could see the niggas head bitch had him
So I let the 50 cal get with him
I keep it real I don’t rap about fake shit
It’s California man we draw down and take shit
I don’t rap about fake shit this California man we draw down and take shit

Mac Dre
Hoop out the coo-nut, change over to the range rover
Mouth full of diamonds spitting like a flame thrower
I ain’t sober I’m ripped and tilted
Half of it the remi but nigga I killed it
Damn near spilt it on my encey cloths

It’s the cutthoat committiee punk we play hoes
20 inch doe, wood grain, leather, strapped riding
With a eagle in the desert
It’s the Mac almighty, Andre Hicks
And ain’t a punk rock bitch that I can’t get
And nigga I can’t trip on making nothing but my scrill
And that is real, like a is pill
And I will kill, put one to yo liver
I’m a pimp nigga taking everything you give up
Flossing while you suckas is starving
I’m eating crab and crust-striations
With my nigga Messy Marvin