Royal T Lyrics - Bump The Real lyrics

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[Royal T]
Motherfucking chronic
Sticky icky
Homeboy
You want some money?
Motherfucker, youre fucking up my high

[Frank V]
Whos coming with that gang shit, that boogie bang shit
If youre an enemy, you cant hang bitch
Were coming with that gangster shit you can trust
Cuz cant nobody drop the shit like us
We never fake, we just take your spot, set up shop
Get rich then we ditch, I mean shake the spot
And its still popping and we aint stopping dropping
Hits, to piss off the haters that keep flopping
Some of these fools today are just wack
They look hard, but when you hear the shit you wanna take it back
You need to put your money on us
Cuz either with the rap or cap I aint afraid to bust
And if you ask me thats what gangsters about
You doubt me, then homey you can call me out
Well get em up in a minute, knock your ass out quick
Now tell your bitch to come here and make her suck this dick

[Chorus x2: Yog i]
Twelve gauge ammo popping, Chevrolet mobbing
Shot gun baby put you to limits
If you should see me say Whats up homes, orale
Babydoll Q-Vole, bump the real suvale

[Yogi]
I used to stroll down the block, sandals and pulled up socks
Bitches on the jock with the twenty two glock
I heard you got caught, I wasnt really shocked
I know I havent wrote but I miss you a lot
Visit your babys mama, your son and your daughter
Everytime I see your moms her eyes start to water
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They wanna break you off, twenty five with an L
Its a trip it seems like were all in jail
When you got locked up and shit got dramatic
And blew up when you called me and told me you turned Catholic
And Im still down with you, hope you beat your case
Cant wait to see your face on your release date
Believe me I havent forgot about you
Matter of fact the other day my moms asked me about you
I told her you were doing fine, she says that shes praying for you
I gotta go, I couldnt finish saying what Im saying

[Chorus x2]

[OG Spanish Fly]
OG Spanish Fly aka the Maniac
Got the chronic sack, smoking and choking till my eyes come back
I see some haters around, theyre rolling up in the town
Rocks getting thrown by the pound cuz we aint fucking around
Now its official, my life is legit
You wanna bump my shit, turn it up and take a hit
Now lets ride, slide, skipdy dip
Its Low Profile in this año, my heat goes click

[Mr. Sancho]
Blue Chevrolet mobbing, neighborhood swabbing
Roll up the windows cuz we just hot-boxing
Four inch blade put away in my pocket
Some fools try to act brave so I pop it
Kick knowledge to some top notch hoes
Forget college cuz my pockets swoll
But I gotta keep the income coming cuz these putos running
Cuz the game will never stop till Im surrounded by hundreds

[Chorus x2]