Tha Alkaholiks

Tha Alkaholiks - Feel The Real lyrics

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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"
 Ahh-haha, 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
 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
 Verse One: 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 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-ed
 No one is alerted cause they heard that I flirt-ed
 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
 Uh, that's the real (ah one two)
 "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real"
 Verse Two: 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 bitch 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 ?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 (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 nigga)
 That's what I hate bitches (I know you feel this)
 "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real"
 (repeat to fade
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Loud Records


Released in: 1997

Language: English

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