Return Of The Real sh*t lyrics

[Prelude]
Any man
Any man here who has something to say
You gonna get a chance to say it
We got people here they gonna listen to you
And they are gonna take your demands
All the way up the line
Yeahh
Sit, sit, sit down, sit
Now you the n*ggas now
You white boys gonna find out what it feel like
To have the complexion for the connection
Only this time sh*t be flying in the right direction
I'd smoke your ass right now
For while we negotiating
Sit down
We need your ass
Bullsh*t
The department doesn't negotiate
That is policy

[Intro]
[KM.G]
Return of the real sh*t
[Cold 187um]
Uh
Mic motherf*cking check 1, uh
Mic motherf*cking check 2, uh
Mic motherf*cking check 1, uh
Mic motherf*cking check 2, yeah
Mic motherf*cking check 1, uh
Mic motherf*cking check 2, uh
Mic motherf*cking check 1, check 1, check 2
[Verse 1: Cold 187um]
Now, I'm the type a n*gga sportin' dark locs
I'm the type a n*gga that was raised around poor folks
Who didn't even really have a thing
Just kickin' back eating fried chicken and collard greens
From a time where every n*gga was trippin'
Cause either you was blooodin'
Or either you was crippin'
What's up there over the rainbow
Every n*gga wants a rag-top '64
With 4 dumps in the truck
12 batteries
With the monster humps, uh
Turn it up it's like voodoo
And this the type of sh*t you do a drive by to, uh
It's time to go straight for the grill
Cause too many motherf*ckers tryna trip cause of being real
I'm sippin', I'm tipsy
I'm certain to blast
So they can take their f*cking comic/comet?
And shove it up they f*cking ass
I got an afro for you f*cking skinheads
Come in my way, uh
Ya better holla mayday, uh
Cause I'm a motherf*cking real n*gga, uh
So f*ck Adolf Hitler
And your motherf*cking swastika
I'm not muslim or a black brother
Just a crazy ass n*gga that'll kill you ass like cancer
I got a question I wanna ask you
Have you ever sold dope cause you had to
[KM.G:] No
Or ever watched a junkie shoot up in ya alley
Or ever watched Sally get pimped by her real daddy
I did
I told the cop I don't
But ya'll think [?] cause you watch [?] on HBO
It's like a sucka yo, ya know ya holding
And Mr. Rodgers in my neighborhood is a f*cking pervert
Silly serving candy to the kids man
He doing 20 with a kick stand/ kid stan
So return of the motherf*cking real sh*t
While you other motherf*ckers play the b*tch
[Chorus]
So...
If you come my way I'm gonna have to spray

[Verse 2: KM.G]
See in 9-flow
All we wear is Levi's
Floss a thick white t-shirt
Hustlers put in work
Flame on
I'm thinking about a motherf*cking come up move
Pimp hustlers with that ga-ga-gangster groove
n*gga can you fake
When I tell you that the click is mobbin'
Claiming shermite??
Ready for a gun fight
Bam there it is
Put that on my kids
n*ggas don't give a f*ck, they don't give a f*ck
So now I'm kinda rowdy
And all the n*ggas that was down
I say howdy
Cause you on a list to get tested, soundboy
Take ya last breath
Then I empty two
Then I took ya little stallion to my homie
K-Oss know the real
All my ho n*ggas know me
I'm a real G
O.G, O.G
Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante
I think I share it with my crew
Coco know's some ho's
"and the hills of malibu"
I would love to but I gotta make some ends
I see you round
Who come with you and 8 for the low down
So am G'ing
Cooling like am ski'ing
Pimp clinic gang
Rider don't flame?
Unit up
Rolling with the heater
Hoping sh*t get much deeper
[Chorus]
So...
If you come my way am gonna have to spray