Feel the Real lyrics

[Intro: Tash]
Yo...
Who we got?
Check it out
Ayo
Ayo, givin the women somethin they can feel
Who we got?
We got, we got, we got, we got, we got Tha Liks
(If y'all n*ggas can't feel me, then y'all n*ggas ain't real)
Ahh-haha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this motherf*cker
Posted gettin toasted
I know them n*ggas don't dig this sh*t with these women out here
But yo, check it out we can't make every song hardcore (can you feel this)
But we definitely ain't gonna make no soft sh*t
(If y'all n*ggas can't feel me, then y'all n*ggas ain't real)
So feel the real

[Verse 1: Tash]
Feel the realness of the brother that leaves the women wide
With rough words of pleasure that they boyfriend can't provide
Cause while they n*ggas think they slick, f*ckin down low tricks
I got the finest hoes in Cali fightin over this di*k
But I'm a single n*gga lust, so nobody gets hurt-ed
No one is alerted cause they heard that I flirt-ed
Unlike these n*ggas that you claimin is your only
That be in the wind at night while you watchin TV lonely
But phony sh*t is what relationships bring
That's why you lookin at my fingers but you see no rings
Just a fist full of digits and a forty ounce of Miller
Cause the last girl I had, that b*tch made me wanna kill her
On that sh*t, tryin to sniff my clothes
Swearin up and down I was out coolin with hoes
But yo Rico knows, what it means to be committed
And when I claim you as my (beyatch) I go all the way with it
[Hook: Tash]
And that's the real
And that's the real (tell me can you feel this)
(If y'all n*ggas can't feel me, then y'all n*ggas ain't real)
So all the ladies in the place can know, that's the real (can you feel this)
Uh, that's the real (ah one two)
(If y'all n*ggas can't feel me, then y'all n*ggas ain't real)

[Verse 2: J-Ro]
I thought she was the one for me, only for my eyes to see
Sometimes I let her cry but she's a lady
But most of the time I kept that b*tch happy
Kept her toenails painted and her hair from gettin nappy
It was a rainy cold weathery winter
I met this broad at the Beverly Center
I stepped to the hottie with the body, nuttin to it
I said 'I like the Nike's baby, can we Just Do It?
What would it cost to be J-Ro apostrophe S
Yes yes damn you blessed
With fat ass with no ripples, tools big like hipples
It's Tha Liks six baby baby on them nipples
She just smiled and said 'Ooh you need to quit it'
(Damn bro, all we wanna know is did you get it) What?
sh*t, I hit it from all the angles
Swingin my thing like the California Angels
Things got serious as much time was spent
I said 'f*ck it, let's split the rent on this apartment'
Two years together quickly turned into four
The tears began to pour when I had to go on tour
Two months later, I walk back through the door
The b*tch is butt naked with some n*gga on my floor
DAMN, I didn't know I had a hot one
Went to my room and grabbed my shotgun (ahh chill)
I coulda, shoulda, but if I woulda
I wouldn't be here today
She tried to make me think everything could be the same
But she ran too much game on my 5'11" frame
I coulda, shoulda, but if I woulda
You know the consequences
I coulda, shoulda, but if I woulda (just chill n*gga)
That's what I hate b*tches (I know you feel this)
[Outro]
(If y'all n*ggas can't feel me, then y'all n*ggas ain't real)
(If y'all n*ggas can't feel me, then y'all n*ggas ain't real)
(If y'all n*ggas can't feel me, then y'all n*ggas ain't real)
Had to blow y'all n*ggas mind
(If y'all n*ggas can't feel me, then y'all n*ggas ain't real)
Tell me do you feel this
(If y'all n*ggas can't feel me, then y'all n*ggas ain't real)
Tell me do you feel this
(If y'all n*ggas can't feel me, then y'all n*ggas ain't real)
(If y'all n*ggas can't feel me, then y'all n*ggas ain't real)