Chris Brown, Kevin McCall - Real Hip Hop Shit lyrics

Look, illest of the illest, I'm a sick soul
A little margarita blend, so I sip slow
Too talented type of nigga, I'm kinda schizo
But never out of my element
I let that fifth go
Shots in the club, panic at the disco
She of that MDMA, that's from Frisco
Hella chips, call me Mister Nabisco
Is that your bitch? 'Cause she won't
Let my go wrist go
My technique is to sex freaks
Skinnydip with hot models, bitches
And lesbies
I'ma put my tongue on they soul like a ESPY
But they don't know they scum to my soul
They just sexy
I'ma play dumb, play that role in the SV
It's ridiculous
And can I get a girl with real ass and tit's?
Most respect in the world to my real niggas
'Cause all them fake niggas make
Me wanna kill niggas
I stand alone, fuck that gang bang shit
They Nintendo blowin' niggas 'cause
This game ain't shit
Uh, it's relevant that I'm
Better than these veterans
They sleepin' on me like I
Been givin' them sedatives
Sometimes I wish I had better
Friends and better peers
'Cause, I know when that cheddar ends
They disappear

Damn, where they go?
Where they go? Where they go, huh?

See I'm doper than that shit Pookie
Was on in New Jack City
This is why I'm gettin' rich without tryin'
I ain't like 50
'Cause what good is bein' rich if
You dyin'? That shit is silly
Call the chain TLC
All the ice'll make you Chilli
I'm a pimp so you know
I'm snatchin' your broad
I'm a real star, you Patrick from SpongeBob
LA my city to the streets, I'm Freeway Ricky
'Cause, I keep the streets flooded
With that crack music
I be sellin' CDs like them niggas push kilos
But, I don't push weights unless it's
Plates in the weight room
Why you think I'm BUF? Blowin' Up Fast
Call me lead foot 'cause I
Be heavy on the gas
You would think I was a Spartan
Three hundred on the dash
Either that or a martian in a space aircraft
'Cause when you see that whip that I have
You be like, "What the fuck was that?"