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Reality Show - WC
Damn
I mean when this sh*t come on right here (Dub-C)
I mean you gotta put you hands up (Dub)
You got to (Dub-Dub-Dub-C)
I mean I'm looking around right now
And I don't know what's real
I mean I seen all this b******t on TV
All these weirdoes out here
I don't know what's going on but Uhh
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
If it ain't really on tell me what's going on
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
Cuz Uh-Ohhh
It's my reality show
If it's all for the dough
And it's really a show
Ni**a let me know
Cuz the triggers ready to blow
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
Cuz Uh-Ohhh
Man up time to put you hands up
I come too far to lay down
So imma stand up
And let the truth be told
Cuz majority of niggaz in this rap sh*t ain't nothing but hoes
What's the Flava
Ain't no greater
Than this double-pump
Shaker shakin up the party with the new ankle-breaker
So hold on while I take the strap and reload
And tune you niggaz in to my reality show
First up never the least
I kick it off where the sun rises like yeast
Imma start in the east
The Big Brother when hip hop
Was just like L A
Radio done sold their sole & went pop
I used to recognize the welcome mat
But now in the Cash Cab ni**a I don't know where I'm at
My ni**a Slay said the other day
I Love New York but radio done let the Projects Run away
I told him don't sweat it and don't stress those
Cuz over here Loc we got it even worse on the west coast
A gang of niggaz smellin like similac on my station
Wit no respect for the foundation
I'm grabbing my flame thrower
It's a Dirty job but radio needs an Extreme Makeover
Look They can't b******t Dubb
My pants aint tight enough to be in their Celebrity Fit Club
Hip-hop Ultimate Fighter No pretender
Three fifty seven south central Contender
I'm south of the ten freeway
Turn the wheels
While these rap niggaz scared to come down the hills
On the block where the glock is kept
The Apprentice in the kitchen with the homie workin scales like a Top Chef
(Yep) gotta keep another plug
Cuz staying down with this rap sh*t is Tough Love
No affection That's why im headed in the northern direction
Pluggin wit my bay area connection
Up north got the bomb bay to make sure the Sac pay
The homie E-40 Too Short and Mac Dre
It's my reality show and my reality is smash in
F**k Keeping up with the Kardashians
I'm hiding from the Repo Man so get the deals nick
Keep a roof over my kids head is real sh*t
Can't sit around and wait til it comes back around
Gotta get it down south is where it's at now
Well I got that the make they lungs cough
And a homegirl wit me to throw the ones off
It ain't a Simple Life its a grind and all the above
Im getting a shot of hen ni**a
F**k A Shot at Love
After riding my stick
My homegirl said Chili want a square
But she need some westside xxxx
I said you know I ain't right
I'll dig her out all night
F**k her and kick her to the curb like a Basketball Wife
Plus she aint down enough to be mine
If we get caught The First 48 she droppin a dime
Have a ni**a in jail lookin like The Biggest Loser
Wit the receding hairline like Carlos Boozer
Surreal Life a ni**a cant play with this
Keisha Colell Even tell you thats The Way It Is
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
If it ain't really on tell me what's going on
If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on
Cuz Uh-Ohhh It's my reality show
If it's all for the dough and it's really a show
Ni**a let me know cuz the triggers ready to blow
If it's on then its on let me know that it's on
Cuz Uh-Ohhh It's my reality show
(Dub-Dub-Dub-C)