Realist Lyrics - Self Explanatory - I-20

[Hook] X4 

I'm the realest 

the realest nigga 

the realest nigga 

[Verse 1] 

I-20's in the building, set it off and get it cracking 

I got something in the truck, to get the crunk and start the action 

Keep 'em popping, I'm a pop it, where ya crews at? (crews at?) 

Oh yeah you riding clean but nigga where ya shoes at? (shoes at?) 

I said I put this on my momma, ain't no hoe in me nigga 

I keep it loaded just for drama, let it go in you nigga 

And I ain't scared of none of y'all, talking gums with you white 

Yeah you packin', but you actin', shootin' nothing but dices 

Now, who the realest down south?, spittin game with that speech 

These niggaz recognize my face and keep they name on the street 

Oh you been waitin', you been hatin', you can't breathe now (breathe now) 

Shit, we been cookin for a while, its time to eat now (eat now) 

You tell these ballin' muthafuckas that I'm blocking they dreams 

I'm top five, dead or alive off one sixteen 

And this twenty talking to you nigga neva forget 

And since y'all a bunch of pussies, you about to get wet, bet 

[Hook] X4 

I'm the realest 

the realest nigga 

the realest nigga 

[Verse 2] 

It ain't easy, but I do it like its nothing to me 

Now everybody talking greasy but they frontin' to me 

Oh yeah you down to move a pound, where ya weight at (weight at) 

I got a deal just off a verse and niggaz hate that (hate that) 

After the show, pull ya hoe, make her leave with the clique 

Disrespect, cause an effect of pimpin' a trick 

While you was on her, you was hoping, we would fold up and quit 

We on tour, pullin whores every city wit hit 

Then that yak get the flowin', DJ play the record 

If you know you ain't swaggin, time to head for the exit 

'cause I'm fiendin' for the top, I can taste that (taste that) 

I know you down to cut me shawty, where that face at? (face at?) 

Don't ever play the dealer, nigga try and get smoked 

My niggaz chop a brick in half and call that shit diet coke 

And it's the hardest shit going, nigga leave it ain't that 

I-20s in this bitch, and that shit is a wrap, Lets Go 

[Hook] X4 

I'm the realest 

the realest nigga 

the realest nigga 

[Bridge] 

Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out Shawty) 

Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out Shawty) 

[Verse 3] 

Its time to dig into ya chest, I been waiting for a minute 

Know you heard about my vest, you can't wait to get up in it 

If ya girl is into singing then its no prob (no prob) 

But I don't care if she can blow, I want a blow job (blow job) 

Push the seat way back, while a pimp ride slow 

With a short dog 'Lac, gone off Hydro 

Playboy 2-0, shoot a grand on a stripper 

And she down to fuck us all, and give a damn if we tip her 

'cause this the big league and you all street shooters 

And ya shoots going go, so the heat's going through ya 

If you ain't down to make a stand, you get laid down (laid down) 

That just the way these niggaz livin gin the A-Town (A-Town) 

Throw ya side up high, let the people know you repping 

Any zone, any hood, any block, any section (come on) 

I'm the streets first choice, when its come to who's realest 

Eastside, A-Town, I-Dub, you feel it 

[Hook] X4 

I'm the realest 

the realest nigga 

the realest nigga