Black Hippy - West Coast Wu lyrics

Backpack raps with yacks in it
Don't get you cap peeled by the black menace
KDot,  move like a militant soldier
On point like a pyramid
I'm in a lab cooking up all day
Fuck 'em up all day
Like a nympho I've been dope since
Trynna convince hoes I got good hair
You know damn well there's chemicals there
I'm in the hood with the seventeen
Year old that's on hood patrol
And they want stripes so they shoot
Off bikes and you know
Any moment you can loose your
Life so kiss your
Kid and hug your wife or whatnot yo
I with a dragon
He tried to throw a flame but
I ducked and I stabbed him
Came out the battle laughing
That's a metaphor for any rapper who want it
I smack him 'till his nose is running
You know the hose is coming if i'm there
And the hoes is coming must we hit the hotel
There's no assumptions before I move out
I pull the 105
Before your ass get throughout the backseat
(there's a dead guy on the freeway)
Oh, it's not Dot! Tell the medic he's OK
A beast when the beat break
You probably think I'm dope like
It's illest shit I wrote
But to me it's a throwaway

Is it really real son is it really real son
Is it really real son is it really real?

Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel

Come again no introduction you know my name
Soul brother

Is it really real son is it really real son
Is it really real son is it really real?

Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel