Reality
Dogg Pound The Lyrics

What is reality?
The artist questions what is truly real.

Motherfuckers out here don't know shit
People are generally ignorant.

They ain't tryin to know shit
People are not making an effort to understand.

Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent
People are foolishly trying to present themselves in a certain way.

Get my motherfuckin paper
The artist is determined to make money.

You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe
The artist is not interested in other people's opinions.

'Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit
The artist is flaunting his wealth.

Gotta get paid motherfucker
Making money is the artist's priority.

Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team
The artist is not interested in following others' dreams or being part of a group.

When it seems to be reality is just a dream
The artist questions the nature of reality.

Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die
The artist believes that appearance is important for survival.

When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise
The artist is always cautious and aware of danger.

So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips
The artist carries a gun for protection.

While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'
The artist struggles with whether or not he should use his gun in certain situations.

What I represent God only knows what lies for myself
The artist is unsure of what his future holds.

Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth
The artist is aware of people who resent him for his wealth.

Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life
The artist is concerned about his own survival.

Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life
The artist believes that those who do wrong will not live long.

Will money be the root of my destruction?
The artist is concerned that his wealth may lead to his downfall.

Without the money I can't even seem to function
The artist believes that money is necessary for his survival.

Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
The artist feels trapped and has nowhere to go.

There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
The artist cannot escape the harshness of reality.

As complex as the situation gets
The artist acknowledges that the situation is complicated.

I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain
The artist remains steadfast despite the difficulties.

To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain
The artist will not allow the situation to push him to the brink like Kurt Cobain.

Ahh shit, I don't believe this
The artist is surprised by something that has happened.

Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist
The artist has been betrayed by people he once trusted.

But ain't that much twistin in existance
The artist believes that there are limits to how much a situation can be manipulated.

And this is how you show me love
The artist is disappointed by how he has been treated by those he once trusted.

It shows me exactly what money's capable of
The artist realizes how money can change people's behavior for the worse.

Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin
The artist questions whether his wealth has made others want to harm him.

And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies
The artist worries that his enemies will hurt his friends.

(All my homies) for jackers only
The artist believes that his friends are only loyal to him because of his wealth.

Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me
The artist is warning people in LA who know him to be careful.

I'm back with the fifth of Henn
The artist is drinking Hennessy.

Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again
The artist is with his friends, Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz.

I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games
The artist is honest and direct in his lyrics.

In the world of madness, will my composure be the same
The artist questions how he will react in extreme situations.

Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground
The artist is concerned about whether his friends will be there for him when he dies.

A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found
The artist believes that death is permanent.

Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes
The artist believes that life is not always as it appears for those who are always plotting.

On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green
The artist is not willing to kill for money.

These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up
The artist has enemies who are trying to trap him.

For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck
The artist believes that his enemies are willing to harm him for trivial reasons.

Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances
The artist believes that his lifestyle increases his chances of going to prison.

To survive in nineteen ninety-five
The artist is trying to survive in the year 1995.

So I got nineteen ninety-five ways
The artist has many ways to survive in 1995.

To survive nowadays
The artist has many ways to survive in the present day.

Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again
The artist consistently writes and performs music.

Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again
The artist believes that he will face more trouble if he turns to crime again.

Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me
The artist's enemies are trying to manipulate him mentally.

It irks me, strenuous controversy
The artist is annoyed and frustrated by the controversy.

What's next on the list to complete
The artist is wondering what will happen next.

After all this shit that popped off on the street
The artist is referring to recent events that have caused chaos in his community.

And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides
The artist is being watched, but he will not turn against his values.

Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)
The artist will remain true to himself until he dies.

It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)
The artist is getting another drink of Hennessy.

Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me
The artist plans to intimidate those who oppose him.

Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)
The artist is willing to kill those who oppose him.

I beez the hardest, regardless fool
The artist is the toughest around.

Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel
The artist's life is tough and unrelenting.

Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch
The artist tries to stay calm, but sometimes loses his temper.

Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)
When the artist gets angry, he becomes very aggressive.

It's no remorse when you cross my course
The artist will not hesitate to hurt those who oppose him.

I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports
The artist is not a literal hunter, but enjoys hurting others.

Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this
The artist warns people not to underestimate him.

Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss
The artist threatens those who challenge him with death.

Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.
The artist's name is Tray Dee and he is from Long Beach.

B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be
Long Beach is where the toughest gangsters live.

Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth
The 21st street area of Long Beach is the most dangerous.

Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth
The artist believes that he was always destined to be a representative of his community.

Til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret
The artist will continue to represent his community until he dies.

Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit
The artist is proud of being a gangster and wants others to love and respect it as well.

Nowhere for me to hide from reality
The artist cannot escape from the harsh realities of his life.

Nowhere for me to hide from reality
The artist reiterates that he cannot escape from his reality.