Keep It Real

{*car starts*}

Uhh, for the two g's, for the millenium

Do or die

[johnny p]

Oooohhh hooo-ooooh, ain't gon' pay no bills

Chorus: johnny p + do or die

Police - can't see me ballin

Sippin on hennesey-sey-sey

And I - can never pay your bills

Cause I gotta keep it real, real, real

I got my key on the passenger side

So ain't no scrub in me, me, me

Police - can't see me ballin

Sippin on hennesey-sey-sey

[verse one]

First of all, you can shut it down baby

Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby

Get down for wars an' i'm, livin my life under the gun

And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarmin 'em

And that's the victom of the shorties in my grill

Askin me to keep it real, but shorty I don't pay no bills

Do I gots the flex to get wit cha, paint you a cold picture

See - y'all the ones got me slappin out

And all my homeboys jappin out

Crappin out, love that, where my crips and my bloods at?

Lords at, g's at, feedback, need that

Niggaz blaze that weed sack

I'll cop a drop wit that knees fat

Y'all can't see me, best-ta believe that

Chorus

[verse two]

This shit hit the back door, by the way

Why you tryin' to play that mack fo'?

If a nigga gotta pay a triple x hoe,

Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho

Open up let some air through the window

I could never give my money to a bimbo

Real players get high off endo

Make cash like the owners of the timbo

Chi-town, real player, real true love

20 inch on the rims, fucker says what?

Bet the po' to the next thug

Recognize the queen, you come to me

But you gotta see, you're a what-what?

Gotta sign the puh-puh; flip bitch

Hit the block, i'ma rhyme in the hummer

Better be on some platnium shit

Roley bling bling, keep a gat wanna snap it

Been well known to react quick

When they see I got a star, they pause and they react quick

I'm immune to the hot shit, nevertheless

Shitty-sha(? ? ) just beware of where the hat fit

Yo pimp where the plastic?

This pimp, real pimp, it's the pimp like a maverick

Playerism is a habit

I'm at the club wit 'um wit crystal, what what

Chorus

[verse three]

Lil' baller be me, can't see me

Never get her with a tv, cause we be

In the five-double-oh, posed with the clothes

(? ? ) dyslexic on the passenger side

Don't mean that I ain't got the keys to ride

She's the pie, my, my, my

We done came to fuck and get gone, pay no bills

Flex the mind to make the bank to bounce

Nigga bounce shit like the dirty south

Watch that shit with a dirty mouth

Know you ain't mad, ain't splurgin out

But if ya heard me out, on the passenger side

Care to bore me with the rest of the guys?

Spittin blunts, droppin jewels

Spittin at hoes, that'll be cool

[johnny p]

Pay no bills, pay no bills

Pay no bills, pay no..

I gotta keep it real, so I can't pay this here

Why you all up in my grill?

You can tell me about it, to pay the bill, pay the bill

Chorus

[johnny p]

I got to keep...

[outro]

One time, uhh... from the real, do or die c'mon

A-rock, uhh.. back-pack, jack-of-love

Uhh uhh, johnny p

Uh.. down - like - that - what?

Keep it real baby, 2000, millenium, we gone