Real Talk lyrics - Snoop Dogg

Yo felly what up

Two in da morning while you yawnin I jump out my bed

Limewire we fire at yo motherfucking head

You better duck, left you stuck, full it struck

Homie, what, nigga, what, what, what, what, what, what, what

Dope fiends need dope like y'all need air to breathe

And every husstler on the corner needs cheese

If y'all want dat get your throwback

Pull your braids out and roll yo fro back

Just like dat

I bend it slow, let me tell you what I'm in it fo

Sorta like a mineral, but I'm more than a general

No longer a criminal, me an Tookie Williams for real

We were identical, he took me to the pinnacle

And they wanna know how I feel about the governor

Arnold Schwarzenegger, you a motherfucker

Yeah whatever

Hmmm

So I'ma spread tha word now that my OG is free as a bird

You heard what I said; you thought that he was better off dead

But his teachings and doctrines is what I'ma spread

I love leading those, who love to be led

And I love feeding those, who wanna be fed

So stand in line and get your tickets

Ain't no wine and no bread

It's just lines and new rhymes about the crimes that I did

If you doin it big, you gotta handle yo biz, and in the memory of

We go educate the kids

Sangfroid that's the word and the lesson

For those unaware that means I'm calm under pressure

Teacher, teacher, could you please kick some old-school rhymes?

Can you show them you've not forgotten where you've come from?

Okay

La-di-da-di, listen everybody

We do cause trouble, and we shoot up da party

We got just some niggas from the LBC

Fuck a nigga up quick

On some dangerous shit

Now for real, for real, we go the Beverly Hills

And do a couple of licks, 'til I stack me some bricks

And we will not quit, until we see fit

Schwarzenegger-s a straight up bitch

But let me stay on course, I don't mean to drift

'Cause the scene is shift, we stay mean with dis

Crispy clean with dis, I'ma da OG as you seen with dis

Keep a bad as bitch on some gangsta shit

Uh, uh, Snoop Dogg, could you please kick somethin for da ladies 'cause you always forget about us

Okay check dis out baby

I had a stripper used to tip her her name was Chanelle

She used to bring me money when I was locked up in jail

And when I got out, I was goin with her everywhere

She understood me girl yeah she was what a player

I didn't have to press it; never ever had to stress it

And every time I think about it, damn it's a blessin'

And I'm confessin', and I'm addressin'

All the ladies who love to love a real man

Do ya damn thang, don't be embarrassed

That's the truest form of love when it's at its purest

Don't have to second guess it, 'cause tha S N double O

Is lookin for a real woman, not no ditty hoe

Ha-ha-ha, silly rabbit, tricks are for kids

You're just a beyatch!