Creative Hip-Hop's video: Eazy-E - Real Muthaphuckkin G s Music Video HD

Eazy E - Real Muthaf**kin G's music video feat. Dresta and B.G. Knocc Out. 🔉 Hear the greatest hits of Eazy E: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLYxqDU3Jbf7k_an8j_ynr7K3MpMDfZ08p Real Muthaphukkin G's peaked at on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 chart, becoming Eazy-E's highest charting single as a solo artist. The track debuts brothers B.G. Knocc Out and Dresta, protégés of Eazy-E. Lyrics: Compton, Compton, Compton Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's Hey yo, Doctor, here's another proper track And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper And let that real s*** provoke See, 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 makin' is payin' me M*therf**k Dre! M*therf**k Snoop! M*therf**k 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 M*therf**kin' G's in You're like a kid, you found a pup, and now you're dapper But tell me, where the f*** you found an anorexic rapper? Talkin' 'bout who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots (Damn, E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day) But Dre Day only meant Eazy's payday All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang But on his old album cover he was a she-thang So, n***a please, n***a please Don't step to these M*therf**kin' real G's Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Every day it's a new rapper claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta Softer than a b***h 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 at the n***a and you'll capture The fact that the b**tard is simply just an actor Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental Of n****s 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 f**kin' work? So you never had no bid'ness, so save the drama, j**k! N****s straight kill me, knowin' that they pranksters This is goin' out to you studio gangstas See, I did dirt, put in work, and many n****s can vouch that So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that But n****s like you, I gotta hate ya 'Cause I'm just tired of suburbia n****s Talkin' about they come from projects Knowin' you ain't seen the parts of the streets, G Think you started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty Wearin' khakis and mob while you rhyme Little f** 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, n***a please, check nuts Before you step to these muthaphuckkin' real G's Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition "Original baby gangsta" Approach me like you hard, m*therf**ker, I'ma bank ya Shank ya, with my f***in' shank, if I have to Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are f***in' actors Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters But this time you're dealin' with some real m*therf**kers G's, n***a please, don't try to step 'Cause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left See, young n***as like me will break you off somethin' Claimin' my city — but Dre, you ain't from Compton N***as like y'all is what I call wannabes And ain't s**t compared to real muthaphuckkin' G's Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now I never met a O.G. who never did s**t wrong You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now, n***a, it's on You and your Doggy Dogg think that y'all hoggin' s**t Both of you b***hes can come and suck my Doggy d**k Beatin' up a b***h don't make you s**t, but then again Some n***as think it makes a man Damn, it's a trip how a n***a could switch so quick From wearin' lipstick to smokin' on chronic at picnics And now you think you're bigger But to me you ain't nothin' but a b***h-*ss n***a That ain't worth a food stamp And at Death Row, I hear you gettin' treated like boot camp Gotta follow your sergeant's directions Or get your *ss pumped with the Smith & Wesson Learn a lesson from the Eaze Stay in your place and don't step to real muthaphuckkin' G's Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now: Eazy Duz It -- Follow Eazy E: facebook.com/EazyEMusic open.spotify.com/artist/7B4hKK0S9QYnaoqa9OuwgX music.apple.com/us/artist/eazy-e/14852588 (C) 1993 Ruthless/Relativity