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Intro: Tash
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Yo... who we got? Check it out, aiyyo
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Aiyyo, givin the women somethin they can feel, who we got?
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We got, we got, we got, we got, we got Tha Liks
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"If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real"
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Ahh-haha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this motherfucker
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Posted gettin toasted
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I know them niggaz don't dig this shit with these women out here
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But yo check it out we can't make every song hardcore (can you feel
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this)
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But we definitely ain't gonna make no soft shit
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"If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real"
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So feel the real
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Verse One: Tash
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Feel the realness of the brother that leaves the women wide
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With rough words of pleasure that they boyfriend can't provide
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Cause while they niggaz think they slick, fuckin down low tricks
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I got the finest hoes in Cali fightin over this dick
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But I'ma single nigga lust, so nobody gets hurt-ed
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No one is alerted cause they heard that I flirt-ed
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Unlike these niggaz that you claimin is your only
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that be in the wind at night while you watchin TV lonely
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But phony shit is what relationships bring
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That's why you lookin at my fingers but you see no rings
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Just a fist full of digits and a forty ounce of Miller
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Cause the last girl I had that bitch made me wanna kill her
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On that shit, tryin to sniff my clothes
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Swearin up and down I was out coolin with hoes
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But yo Rico knows, what it means to be committed
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And when I claim you as my "beyatch" I go all the way with it
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And that's the real
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And that's the real (tell me can you feel this)
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"If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real"
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So all the ladies in the place can know, that's the real (can you feel
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this)
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Uh, that's the real (ah one two)
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"If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real"
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Verse Two: J-Ro
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I thought she was the one for me, only for my eyes to see
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Sometimes I let her cry but she's a lady
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But most of the time I kept that bitch happy
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Kept her toenails painted and her hair from gettin nappy
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It was a rainy cold weathery winter
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I met this broad at the Beverly Center
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I stepped to the hottie with the body, nuttin to it
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I said 'I like the Nike's baby, can we Just Do It?
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What would it cost to be J-Ro apostrophe S, yes yes damn you blessed
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with fat ass with no ripples, tools big like ?hipple?
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It's Tha Liks six baby baby on them nipples'
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She just smiled and said 'Ooh you need to quit it'
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(Damn bro, all we wanna know is did you get it) What?
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Shit, I hit it, from all the angles
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Swingin my thing like the California Angels
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Things got serious as much time was spent
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I said 'Fuck it, let's split the rent on this apartment'
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Two years together quickly turned into four
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The tears began to pour when I had to go on tour
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Two months later, I walk back through the door
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The bitch is butt naked with some nigga on my floor
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DAMN, I didn't know I had a hot one
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Went to my room and grabbed my shotgun (ahh chill)
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I coulda, shoulda, but if I woulda
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I wouldn't be here today
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She tried to make me think everything could be the same
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But she ran too much game on my 5"11' frame
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I coulda, shoulda, but if I woulda
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You know the consequences
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I coulda, shoulda, but if I woulda (just chill nigga)
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That's what I hate bitches (I know you feel this)
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"If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real"
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(repeat to fade)
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Feel The Real
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| Tha Alkaholiks |
