- Votes:
- Composers:
- James Robinson
- Eric Brooks
- Rico Smith
 
- Tags:
- chill
- lazy day
- women
 
- See also:
Tha Alkaholiks - Feel The Real lyrics
Yo, who we got? Check it out, aiyyo
 Aiyyo, 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 niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real
 Ah, ha, ha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this motherfucker
 Posted gettin' toasted, I know them niggaz don't dig this shit
 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 shit
 If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real
 So feel the real
 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 niggaz think they slick, fuckin' down low tricks
 I got the finest hoes in Cali fightin' over this dick
 But I'ma single nigga lust, so nobody gets hurt
 No one is alerted 'cause they heard that I flirted
 Unlike these niggaz that you claimin' is your only
 That be in the wind at night while you watchin' TV lonely
 But phony shit 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 bitch made me wanna kill her
 On that shit, 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
 And that's the real and that's the real
 (Tell me can you feel this?)
 If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz 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, if y'all niggaz can't feel me,
 then y'all niggaz ain't real
 (Ah one two)
 Tha Alkaholiks - Feel The Real - http://motolyrics.com/tha-alkaholiks/feel-the-real-lyrics.html
 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 bitch happy
 Kept her toe nails painted and her hair from gettin' nappy
 It was a rainy cold weatherly 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 hipple?
 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?
 Shit, I hit it, from all the angles
 Swingin' my thing like the California Angels
 Things got serious as much time was spent
 I said, "Fuck 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 bitch is butt naked with some nigga on my floor
 Damn, I didn't know I had a hot one
 Went to my room and grabbed my shotgun
 (Ah, 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 511' frame
 I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda you know the consequences
 I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda that's what I hate bitches
 (Just chill nigga, I know you feel this)
 If y'all niggaz can't feel me then y'all niggaz ain't real
 If y'all niggaz can't feel me then y'all niggaz ain't real
 If y'all niggaz can't feel me then y'all niggaz ain't real
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