Red Cafe, Fabolous, Lloyd Banks - The Realest lyrics
Fabolous [John David Jackson]
[Red Cafe, Fabolous, Lloyd Banks - The Realest lyrics]
What it be like? Shakedown
Top flow with it ah, yeah
I be doing me, making the haters mad
Pop tags everyday, I'mma show my ass
Photogenic swag, get automatic cash
Big wheel in the front, 200 on the dash
We running the streets
Tell them niggas "hang it up"
Diamonds on my neck
You see my niggas tatted up
We be in the club, never catch me at the bar
Call a waitress, tell her "bring me the bar"
Couple years back an OG gave me the word:
"Stop screwin' byrds, start movin' birds"
So I put it down
Now I'm the hottest in the hood
If you're looking for me it ain't hard
I'm in the hood
I'm the realest (yeah)
I'm the realest (yeah)
If you're looking for that
Raw meet the dealer
All these hoes up in here
Know I'm the realest it's shakedown
Look you're fucking with the winners
Banks! Nigga meet me at the top
And every weekend spending frequent like
My CD about to drop
On your TV, but still see me on the block
I got that South Jamaica shit with me
Three V's off the lot
Lamborghini screaming hear them
Bitches pulling up riding shotgun
Put the strippers in the truck
Rake the fucking mall up
Ain't no telling what I spend living life
Kind of like some shit that I done dreamt
The clock's ticking, I'm on my way
I'm Glock gripping, in case they want my pay
Kush crushing, you can smell it when I pass
Wings on the steering wheel
I'm stellar when I smash
I'm the realest (yeah)
I'm the realest (yeah)
If you're looking for that
Raw meet the dealer
All these hoes up in here
Know I'm the realest it's shakedown
Look you're fucking with the winners
Yeah, they abuse it like a motherfucker
Everybody winning
Somebody loosing like a motherfucker
Ciroc and pineapple juice is
Like a motherfucker on my bullshit
Carlos Boozer like a motherfucker
I pulled up in whatever
Does it make difference?
They still jump in the car
Them bitches Blake Griffin
Smoking all out, call that shit to the max
Suckers smile in my face
They call me shit to my back
But my team ride out, and your team died out
Heard your boys didn't make it
Should've never tried out
Getting money over here
Like "recession over where?"
And I heard that money talks
So that's all I over hear
I'm the realest (yeah)
I'm the realest (yeah)
If you're looking for that
Raw meet the dealer
All these hoes up in here
Know I'm the realest it's shakedown
Look you're fucking with the winners
Top flow with it ah, yeah
I be doing me, making the haters mad
Pop tags everyday, I'mma show my ass
Photogenic swag, get automatic cash
Big wheel in the front, 200 on the dash
We running the streets
Tell them niggas "hang it up"
Diamonds on my neck
You see my niggas tatted up
We be in the club, never catch me at the bar
Call a waitress, tell her "bring me the bar"
Couple years back an OG gave me the word:
"Stop screwin' byrds, start movin' birds"
So I put it down
Now I'm the hottest in the hood
If you're looking for me it ain't hard
I'm in the hood
I'm the realest (yeah)
I'm the realest (yeah)
If you're looking for that
Raw meet the dealer
All these hoes up in here
Know I'm the realest it's shakedown
Look you're fucking with the winners
Banks! Nigga meet me at the top
And every weekend spending frequent like
My CD about to drop
On your TV, but still see me on the block
I got that South Jamaica shit with me
Three V's off the lot
Lamborghini screaming hear them
Bitches pulling up riding shotgun
Put the strippers in the truck
Rake the fucking mall up
Ain't no telling what I spend living life
Kind of like some shit that I done dreamt
The clock's ticking, I'm on my way
I'm Glock gripping, in case they want my pay
Kush crushing, you can smell it when I pass
Wings on the steering wheel
I'm stellar when I smash
I'm the realest (yeah)
I'm the realest (yeah)
If you're looking for that
Raw meet the dealer
All these hoes up in here
Know I'm the realest it's shakedown
Look you're fucking with the winners
Yeah, they abuse it like a motherfucker
Everybody winning
Somebody loosing like a motherfucker
Ciroc and pineapple juice is
Like a motherfucker on my bullshit
Carlos Boozer like a motherfucker
I pulled up in whatever
Does it make difference?
They still jump in the car
Them bitches Blake Griffin
Smoking all out, call that shit to the max
Suckers smile in my face
They call me shit to my back
But my team ride out, and your team died out
Heard your boys didn't make it
Should've never tried out
Getting money over here
Like "recession over where?"
And I heard that money talks
So that's all I over hear
I'm the realest (yeah)
I'm the realest (yeah)
If you're looking for that
Raw meet the dealer
All these hoes up in here
Know I'm the realest it's shakedown
Look you're fucking with the winners