Do You Really
8Ball/MJG Lyrics
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You know what I'm talkin' about
Yeah Eightball & MJG, for my real niggas
Layin it down ("Eightball, MJG") for all my real niggas
Yeah ("Eightball") Uhh ("MJG")
Let's get it crunk up in this bitch ("Eightball")
Where ya at? ("MJG")
Where ya at huh? Where ya at huh?
This for all them real gangsta-ass nigga
Yeah, for all them real, gangsta-ass bitches
Yaknowhamsayin? My brothers gettin money out here yaknowhamsayin?
("Eightball, MJG you know we can't be touched")
Real underground lovin muh'fuckers ("Eightball")
Get the club buck ("Eightball, M-J-G you know we can't be touched")
Yaknahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah
MJ, G up in yo shit like some toilet paper
Get fresh wit me nigga I'ma spoil it later
You'll float backside up in a swamp of gators
Then youse a snack-sized nigga, formerly a hater
Heavyweighters, street poetry creators
Double-barrel blast for you pimp game perpetrators
Cain't touch us, I know you wanna be us
Fake-ass rappers can't fuck wit what we bust
[Hook]
Whoa! Do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey! Do you really wanna get buck?
Whoa! Do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey! All my players, all my gangstas
Whoa! Do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey! Do you really wanna get buck?
Whoa! Do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey! All my hustlers, all my grinders
Roll through, one deep, heat in the waistband
Jealous-ass niggas might try and touch a made man
Crazy rap fans, followin' my rap van
Wanna get a hug, wanna shake a playa hand
Smoke somethin', I'm a fiend for the sticky green
My whole team keep it clean like a pinky ring
Hardcore like a scene in Cabrini Green
Plenty green get a young nigga anything
Excursion, Escalade with the big rims
Denim suits, soulja rag with my gold Timbs
Poppin' pills like a nigga eatin' M&M's
Shoppin' deals at the table wit the best of them
Leave the rest of them, way in the back
Weak-ass rappers get smoked like a sack
Fat Boy did that, didn't nobody help me
MJ to the G
Do you really wanna get buck?
Then tell the truth, I don't give a fuck
Each day is a blessin', I'm a live it up
Put ya best South fit in the cleaner
(Da-da-dun-da-dunnn) Hit the horn like Leana
I never seen a, party crunker than the one I'm in
Bitch pullin' contest we done won again
We hit the scene all the women start swarmin' in
I feel like I died, went to heaven and born again
Pimp tight, MJ fuckin' G
Death wish meant for anybody touchin' me
I'm a hit the dance floor with a attitude
Who's the killer now? Tell me who's the badder dude?
Who's the one who ain't afraid to let the bullets fly?
If you know you ain't gon' use it, why you pull it why?
Do you really wanna kill me and do time?
And leave ya kids and ya girlfriend left behind?
[Chorus]
Do you really wanna hit the sauna, with some bitches and marijuana?
Sailboats offa the beaches of California
Getcha game tighter as a fist and the ice that's on it
Y'all ain't crunker than us, ghetto performers
Street roamers, still keepin the heat on us
Corner on a nice day, nigga just thought I'd warn ya
Eightball and MJG, we the buckest
Dope shit nigga, roll us up in the Duchess
One of the hardest niggas that you will ever meet
Two of the hardest niggas to bust over beats
It's all real, never fantasy or incomplete
Incomplete emcees just can't compete
Hear defeat, I'm elite when I grab a sheet
Grab a pen and compose what my life hold
Fuck what a nigga stole I'ma still roll
Fifty deep, fifty feet from you weak hoes
[Chorus]
The song "Do You Really" by 8Ball/MJG is a classic gangsta rap anthem that celebrates the gritty and dangerous lifestyles of inner-city youth. The opening bars of the song immediately set the tone for a hard-hitting and energetic track that is designed to get listeners pumped up and ready to party. The lyrics describe the experiences of real gangsta-ass niggas, who are out in the streets getting money, respect, and power. The rappers showcase their skills as street poets and double-barrel blast their opponents with ruthless lyrics that cannot be touched.
The chorus of the song asks listeners if they really want to get crunk and buck, and invites players, gangstas, hustlers, and grinders to join the party. The verses feature heavy imagery of guns, violence, drugs, and sex, all set to a driving hip-hop beat that draws influence from the southern rap scene of the 1990s. The song is a classic example of hardcore rap, highlighting the tough realities of life on the streets while also celebrating the camaraderie and brotherhood that exists among real gangstas.
One interesting fact about the song "Do You Really" is that it was included on the soundtrack for the 2000 video game Grand Theft Auto III. The song also samples the instrumental track from the song "Uptown Anthem" by Naughty By Nature, which was a hit single in 1991. Another interesting fact is that the lyrics of the song were criticized by some for promoting violence and drug use, but the rappers defended their work as a reflection of the harsh realities of life in the inner city. The song has since become a cult classic, beloved by fans of southern rap and underground hip-hop.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah it's time to get crunked up in this bitch
Let's get hyped and lively in this place
You know what I'm talkin' about
You understand what I mean
Layin it down ("Eightball, MJG") for all my real niggas
Representing well for all of my loyal people
This for all them real gangsta-ass nigga
This is dedicated to the true gangsters
Yaknowhamsayin? My brothers gettin money out here yaknowhamsayin?
You know what I mean? My brothers are making money out here
Real underground lovin muh'fuckers ("Eightball")
Genuine underground loving people
Cain't touch us, I know you wanna be us
You can't compete with us, I know you aspire to be like us
Whoa! Do you really wanna get crunk?
Do you truly want to party hard?
Hey! Do you really wanna get buck?
Hey! Do you truly want to become aggressive?
Roll through, one deep, heat in the waistband
Drive through alone with a weapon on your waist
Smoke somethin', I'm a fiend for the sticky green
Smoke something, I am addicted to marijuana
Poppin' pills like a nigga eatin' M&M's
Taking tons of pills like it's normal
Leave the rest of them, way in the back
Left everyone else behind
Each day is a blessin', I'm a live it up
Every day is a blessing, and I'll make the most of it
Who's the killer now? Tell me who's the badder dude?
Who is the toughest person now?
Sailboats offa the beaches of California
Yachts next to California's coastline
Dope shit nigga, roll us up in the Duchess
Great music, roll up marijuana in the Duchess brand of cigarettes
It's all real, never fantasy or incomplete
All authentic, not made up or lacking
Fifty deep, fifty feet from you weak hoes
A group of fifty, fifty feet away from weak people
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