No Real G’z lyrics

by

Spice 1


Chorus x2

They don't make no more (no more), real n*ggas like us (real gangsta rappers)
BLAOW! They don't make real n*ggas like us no more

[Verse 1]
Take you back and kick some sh*t about the old school days
When me and 2pac use to smash through the motherf*ckin' bay
He use to live by the lake, right by the parkway exit
We use to pull bad b*tches and get 'em ass-hole naked
I was doin' the "In My Neighborhood" video shoot
Just about the same time my n*gga Pac did "Juice"
That n*gga came through my video and said "Whatsup-er"
Spice 1, do that rap sh*t where you stutter
Was a bad motherf*cker, we both laughed at eachother
Off the good Bin Laden bomb indo smoke
True gun clappers, days of the real gangsta rappers
But in this time and day, sh*t, it dont matter
If the n*gga liked the party they gonna give him the role
Too many suckers in disguise wearin' gangsta's clothes
You can tell when you look in my eyes that I'm a ridah
Ready to dump and bust slugs for my motherf*ckin' partna'z BLAOW

Chorus x2

[Verse 2]
There will never be another Pac, or Scarface
Another Ice Cube n*gga, won't be another Dr. Dre
And what about the D.O.C. he made noise
But man, that sh*t was f*cked up when he lost his voice
Real gangsta rappers, MC Eiht and DJ Quick
Them n*ggas had me fired up with all that gangbang sh*t
Don't forget Eazy E or the OG Ice T
That n*gga Too $hort use to pick me up from highschool G
The real pioneers of the gangsta rap scene
I use to open for N.W.A. at seventeen
Use to be a jacka, call me the real gangsta rapper
WESTSIDE n*gga home of the playas pimps and macks
We the originators of gangsta sh*t, we love to spit it
Tell the real, let these motherf*ckers know the ordeal
I remember Dub C (W.C.) when he came wit the MAAD Circle
From the north to the south Cali n*ggas was spittin verbals
Chorus x2

[Verse 3]
You know JIVE Records had to travel to the east
Cause this gangsta rap sh*t was blowin up like yeast
f*ck with my n*gga Noreaga and my n*gga Cam'Ron
My n*ggas from all over Queens, Brooklyn and Bronx
Even though I'm comin' from W.E.S.T
Some of the n*ggas on the east got love for me
Real gangsta rappers, they respectin' this thug sh*t
Cause it was 187 dump a n*gga in a ditch
Even if a motherf*cker wasn't likin' our rap
He had to respect this motherf*ckin Glock in my lap
When it comes to real gangsta rappers I'm one of the last
So catch a glimpse of a motherf*ckin blast from the past
Spice 1, Bossalini, Fetti Chico Soprano
Put a slug up in your ass have you singin' Soprano
They don't make real n*ggas like us no mo'
But you can catch me signin' autographs and doin' a show
BLAOW!!

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