Deala - Leave Yo House (Dat’s A Real Life ) lyrics
[Deala - Leave Yo House Dat’s A Real Life lyrics]
In this world everythang's paid
Assholes take part in the shoot
Outs n get laid
Remember my track 'Better Stay In The Hut'?
But now you'd better get yo' ass up
And run away before we make you get fucked
'Cuz you owe a big amount of snaps
Ya can try to make it
By accomplishment some laps
But on which car you gonna do that?
Actually not on yo' father's which is so phat
Got used to make yo' parents
Buy everythang fo' you tell me
When yo' ass gonna work n get a clue?
There are too many variants
It's not the cartoons where you can
See almost everytime happy ends
Tryna make the bucks but they just lure
It will be hard to survive
Even if you are nerd bought on all money the
Muthafuckin' metal detector
Now wanna find the damn protector
In order to save dat shit
From robbers on the street
Found in the grass the muthafuckin' brass
Saw some real men are approachin' n
Get a bullet to the chest
Nigas acting lazy, that shit ant funny
I just wanna out my money where my mouth is
This is royal rumble brother gat to hustle
Life ant easy, this why we hustle
Raping in the studio, play it on your radio
Waiting for the video
Hoping that the love d fools
Book me for the bigger shows
Pay me so I bring it home
So I bring bread home
My rap is like phyon, I spitting venom
Holding up the mic rapping till I die
Heading for the bet, that's the hole idea
Living California dream that's the hole idea
You better leave your house
You better put food on the table
Nigga be a man brother watch your back
Haters coming as friends that's
A bigger treat
Niga think twice when you leave your house
So your a save your life
So your bring the bread home
You gat to ur wife
Who wanna get into the game?
There will be a real hot flame
And no one gives a damn
'bout yo' previous name
Now you gonna use nickname
Don't say shit n neva talk back
Or some muthafuckas can bust cap
With a damn Mack and anotha could snipe
What ya can do against the fuckin' bribe?
If ya wanna make some dollars you can fight
Like martial arts in the cellar
Fuck you n yo' muthafuckin' fella
Y'all sittin' in yo' sofas n kick in door
'Till special squad or real men
Come on yo' floor make a kick to yo' head n
Put ya in the damn car
There are simple rules
Why you n yo' fools make a fuckin' breach?
I assure they got the glitch - in their brain
Can't even rob the damn train -
In the back of it
To buy the damn car you have
To sell all of it
Which wheels concrete you wanna acquire?
Before I lend you some dough
Beware of comin' across my squire
If you don't wanna be fucked up
It'll be better if you get locked up
N don't actin' like a mouse
So, better stay in the house fo' sho'
But leave yo house if you
Wanna make the dough
Nowadays, everyone can get the bullet if
They leave their houses indeed
The world is unexpected n some shit can
Be appeared out of the blue
Assholes take part in the shoot
Outs n get laid
Remember my track 'Better Stay In The Hut'?
But now you'd better get yo' ass up
And run away before we make you get fucked
'Cuz you owe a big amount of snaps
Ya can try to make it
By accomplishment some laps
But on which car you gonna do that?
Actually not on yo' father's which is so phat
Got used to make yo' parents
Buy everythang fo' you tell me
When yo' ass gonna work n get a clue?
There are too many variants
It's not the cartoons where you can
See almost everytime happy ends
Tryna make the bucks but they just lure
It will be hard to survive
Even if you are nerd bought on all money the
Muthafuckin' metal detector
Now wanna find the damn protector
In order to save dat shit
From robbers on the street
Found in the grass the muthafuckin' brass
Saw some real men are approachin' n
Get a bullet to the chest
Nigas acting lazy, that shit ant funny
I just wanna out my money where my mouth is
This is royal rumble brother gat to hustle
Life ant easy, this why we hustle
Raping in the studio, play it on your radio
Waiting for the video
Hoping that the love d fools
Book me for the bigger shows
Pay me so I bring it home
So I bring bread home
My rap is like phyon, I spitting venom
Holding up the mic rapping till I die
Heading for the bet, that's the hole idea
Living California dream that's the hole idea
You better leave your house
You better put food on the table
Nigga be a man brother watch your back
Haters coming as friends that's
A bigger treat
Niga think twice when you leave your house
So your a save your life
So your bring the bread home
You gat to ur wife
Who wanna get into the game?
There will be a real hot flame
And no one gives a damn
'bout yo' previous name
Now you gonna use nickname
Don't say shit n neva talk back
Or some muthafuckas can bust cap
With a damn Mack and anotha could snipe
What ya can do against the fuckin' bribe?
If ya wanna make some dollars you can fight
Like martial arts in the cellar
Fuck you n yo' muthafuckin' fella
Y'all sittin' in yo' sofas n kick in door
'Till special squad or real men
Come on yo' floor make a kick to yo' head n
Put ya in the damn car
There are simple rules
Why you n yo' fools make a fuckin' breach?
I assure they got the glitch - in their brain
Can't even rob the damn train -
In the back of it
To buy the damn car you have
To sell all of it
Which wheels concrete you wanna acquire?
Before I lend you some dough
Beware of comin' across my squire
If you don't wanna be fucked up
It'll be better if you get locked up
N don't actin' like a mouse
So, better stay in the house fo' sho'
But leave yo house if you
Wanna make the dough
Nowadays, everyone can get the bullet if
They leave their houses indeed
The world is unexpected n some shit can
Be appeared out of the blue