Представляем точный текст композиции "Dat Real Shit" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Camoflauge . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Dat Real Shit» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Camoflauge передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Camoflauge - "Dat Real Shit"
Lyrics to Dat Real Shit : [Camoflauge:] Goddamn! [Hook] Its that real shit, Huh' That real shit, What' That real shit, And you can tell' Cause flies all around it Its that real shit, What' That real shit, Huh' That real shit, And you can tell' Cause flies all around it [Verse] Man its that real shit (Smell that!) I bet you wont (inhale that!) Too long cause its strong like some weed outta ' Yall niggaz know what it is Boy aint yo mamma told you bout playin with them project kids! But you dont listen, now yo ass missin For runnin yo fuckin mouth, and knowin you aint no competition I glisnin like diamonds, they rippin up shit when Im rhyming, Just like the sun Im shinin, top of the charts is where Im climbin A red light means STOP! I run that shit! Got niggaz fiendin for some good dope Gotta come back and get! Another hit of that bomb ass music Shit dont love the way I do it! [Hook: x2] [Verse] Im ragin, cause niggaz hatin, cause we makin, Mail out the ass better ask somebody Im blazin Hot like fire nigga , you dont wanna try this nigga! Picture me rollin like 4 rims and 4 tires nigga! Im bad like Michael' Jackson, Jordan, your pick But any way you look at it Im still the shit! My click bringin em pain! Rapin the game! Livin that life! Lovin the fame! Im fuckin your dame! She givin up brain! You kissin that hoe, when she aint round I bet you missin that hoe You better listen (bro!) Im on a mutha fuckin mission (whoa!) To get rid of my opposition (Oh!) These niggas aint no competition (No!) Aint on my level, and I aint even 20 yet Niggas in trouble, Im blowin up like a balloon And laughin at these clowns like a 3rd grader watchin cartoons. (Laughs in the background) [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Its that real shit, so feel me, like you feelin a stripper, Ready to tip her, dick bout to bust out your zipper! You know Camoflauge, the don, sippin perion Smoking reefer, ridin round getting my fettin on See these niggas playa hate me, but its all gravy cause I PUTS IT DOWN LIKE A SHITTY BABY! Brought pain to the rap game, just like a 7 in a crap game Niggas didnt understand what the fuck was happning Shit went to sellin out the store like a crack house Drought season! Good dope! Niggas know Im the ' Get in the booth and represent And when I come out nobody go in there for 35 to 45 minutes! [Hook x3] [talk till fade] S in heavy rotation even though we make them Hits from the streets, Projects, Ghettos and gutters And them thong wearin broads in the club shakin they buttux Me, Im slangin tapes like them hookers slangin they cut up And just like the freak bitches im makin these niggas nut up So What up (What up, What up) And just like Trick Daddy say Uh Huh, Okay, Bitch Shut UP! [Chorus] From the Jail House to the Crack House niggas Steal my shit Put an alarm on my lyrics just in case my niggas try to steal my shit I Spit like text, Good like sex, Pop my Tape in yo deck and ull be high like your on EX Floatin and shit, cuz I be spittin that potenent shit Got em coughin and chokin and shit watch how u talkin and shit Grill gold teeted out Eyes all reded out Head all dreaded out Kick shit like Jet-Li and Jackie Chan I fuck over MCs Like they pussy and im dingalang When I spit these flows im out of control Like a kindergardener diggin in his nose And wipin the bugers off on yo close Im camoflauge man these niggas cant see me Unless im at the mall walkin round drop the top down doin a show on TV All he talks about is drugs, sex, and violence the black Slim Shady Dont hate me cuz I put it down like a shitty baby Ya Smell Dat' [Chorus] Look I took my pen and pad Rolled up every sheet I had Bust up every gaurd in the car Rolled up all the weed I had Lit it, hit it, rolled it remembered it spit it They mixed it mastered it manufactured Shifted Promoted, the stores sold it, niggas robbed it and stole it Hurry up dog pull it off yo tape deck its too hot to hold it They got drunk and weeded, ridin round town in they trunks they beat it They woofers WHAM WHAM, and they tweeters , Leada Leada The way a fuck over the track its like i miss treat it Help writin a hits like help fuckin a bitch I Dont Need it. Im cool, no ice, das all gravy, No rice Mr. Rogers wanted me to move in his neighborhood cuz my flows is so nice Humptey dumptey sat on a wall Peter Piper picked a pepper Yeah I sat on the curb wit a bag of herb and picked up a bad habit of gettin cheddar Black beretta Tucked up under my Coogi Sweater Man I aint met a nigga yet dat flow betta Nigga I puts it down [Chorus] [Camoflauge] Ya smell dat I puts it down like a shitty baby Yal smell dat Dat real shit Camoflauge the dog Stictly for da streets Nigga i puts it down like a shitty baby Dat funky shit Dat muthafuckin real shit, uncut shit, dat 912 shit Nigga ya smell dat Savannah Georgia nigga [ Dat Real Shit Lyrics ]
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