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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
B.G.Knocc out
Stimme und Gesang
Gangsta Dresta
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Arlandis T. Hinton
Songwriter:in
David C. Weldon
Songwriter:in
Andre Wicker
Songwriter:in
Eric Wright
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rhythm D
Produzent:in
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Donovan "The Dirt Biker" Sound
Ingenieur:in
Tony Alvarez
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Letras
[Verse 1]
Real muthaphuckkin' G's
Real muthaphuckkin' G's
Real muthaphuckkin' G's
Real muthaphuckkin' G's
[Verse 2]
Hey yo, Dr., here's another proper track
And it's fat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
So you's a wannabe 'loc and you'll get smoked, and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you're makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Dre, motherfuck Snoop
Motherfuck Death Row yo, and here comes my left blow
'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y E and this is the season
To let the real muthaphuckkin' G's in
You're like a kid, you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where the fuck you find a anorexic rapper?
Talkin' about who you gon' squabble with and who'll you shoot
You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots
Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day
But Dre Day only met Eazy's payday
All of a sudden, Dr. Dre is a G thing
But on his old album cover he was a she-thing
So **** please, **** please don't step to these
Muthaphuckkin' real G's
[Verse 3]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
Boy you should'a known by now
[Verse 4]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
Boy you should'a known
[Verse 5]
Everyday, it's a new rapper claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer than a bitch, but portray the role of gangsta
Ain't broke a law in your life
Yet every time you rap, you yap about the guns and knife
Just take a good look after, ****, and you'll capture
The fact that the master is simply just an actor
Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
Of **** in Compton, Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse, claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me, who's a witness to your fuckin' work?
See, you never had no business, so save the drama, jerk
**** straight kill me knowin' that they pranksters
This is goin' out to you studio gangsters
See I did dirt, put in work, and many **** can vouch that
So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that
But **** like you, I gotta hate ya 'cause I'm just
Tired of suburbia **** talkin' about they come from projects
Knowin' you ain't seen no parts of the streets, G
Think you started tryna bang around on top of the peace treaty
Wearin' khakis and mob while you rhyme, little fag
Tried to sag, but you're floodin' at the same
Time, and your set don't accept ya
Scared to kick it with your homies 'cause you know they don't respect ya
So **** please, check nuts before you step to these
Muthaphuckkin' real G's
[Verse 6]
Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition, original baby gangsta
Approach me like you hard, motherfucker, I'ma bank ya
Shank ya with my fuckin' shank if I have to
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy-Dogg are fuckin' actors
Pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
But this time you're dealin' with some real motherfuckers
G's, **** please, don't try to step
'Cause if you do, then a peeled cap is all that would be left
See, young **** like me'll break you off something
Claiming my city, but Dre, you ain't from Compton
**** like y'all is what I call wannabes
And that ain't shit compared to real mothaphuckkin' G's
[Verse 7]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
[Verse 8]
I never met a OG who never did shit wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now, **** it's on
You and your Doggy-Dogg, think that y'all hoggin' shit
Both of you bitches can come and suck my doggy dick
Beatin' up a bitch don't make ya shit, but then again
Some **** think it makes a man, damn
It's a trip how a **** could switch so quick
From wearin' lipstick to smokin' on chronic at picnics
And now ya think you're bigger
But to me, you ain't nothing but a bitch ass ****
That ain't worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear you're gettin' treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant's directions
Or get your ass pumped with the Smith & Wesson
Learn a lesson from the E
Stay in your place and don't step to real muthaphuckkin' G's
[Verse 9]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
Boy you should'a known by now
[Verse 10]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
Boy you should'a known by now
[Verse 11]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
Boy you should'a known by now
[Verse 12]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
Boy you should'a known by now
[Verse 13]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
Boy you should'a known by now
[Verse 14]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
Boy you should'a known by now
[Verse 15]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
Boy you should'a known by now
[Verse 16]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
Boy you should'a known by now
[Verse 17]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
Boy you should'a known by now
[Verse 18]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
Boy you should'a known by now
[Verse 19]
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre? (What's up?)
Boy you should'a known by now, Eazy does it
Written by: Eric Wright, Arlandis Hinton, David Weldon, Andre De'Sean