1. Rap artist - See 8Ball
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1. Rap artist - See 8Ball
2. USA Hard rock/Heavy Metal band EightBall was born in 2017 in Cookeville, Tennessee. Fronted by founder and vocalist David Bush (ex-Lust along with Chuck Gee & Greg Burnette (Guitarists), Val Batts (Bass), Tayvieon Graham (Drums) make up the band Eightball. Released Eightball in 2017, Back to Rock 'n' Roll in 2019 and Love Struck in 2020.
3. For the sleaze band, see here - Eightball Voodoo
4. Hardcore band from Antwerp, Belgium. Also known as 'Eightball Antwerp Crew'.
Do You Really
Eightball 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]
In Eightball's song "Do You Really," the rappers express their desire to get "crunked up" and celebrate their status as real gangsta "players" and "grinders". They talk about their success in the rap game and the loyal fanbase they've amassed. MJG raps about the dangers of being jealous of a "made man," while also boasting about his lyrical skills and street credibility. Eightball talks about his love for partying and for smoking weed, and the excitement he feels when he's around women and in a good club. The chorus asks listeners repeatedly if they really want to get crunk and buck, rallying everyone to join in the energetic celebration.
The song was an instant hit when it was released, and it solidified Eightball and MJG's place as some of the most respected rappers in the game. The duo had already released several successful albums by the time they dropped this track, and their experience and skill is evident in the confident, charismatic delivery they exhibit in "Do You Really." Like many of their other songs, "Do You Really" conveys a joyful, fun-loving spirit and is sure to get listeners up and dancing.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah it's time to get crunked up in this bitch
Let's get hyped and have a good time
You know what I'm talkin' about
You understand the vibe and energy we're bringing
Yeah Eightball & MJG, for my real niggas
This is for our true fans and supporters
Layin it down ("Eightball, MJG") for all my real niggas
We're putting on a great show for our fans
This for all them real gangsta-ass nigga
This song is for real and authentic gangsters
Yaknowhamsayin? My brothers gettin money out here yaknowhamsayin?
You feel me? We're out here hustling and making money, you feel me?
Get the club buck ("Eightball, M-J-G you know we can't be touched")
We're bringing the energy and getting the club hyped, nothing can stop us
MJ, G up in yo shit like some toilet paper
MJG is always there, like toilet paper in a bathroom
You'll float backside up in a swamp of gators
You'll be in deep trouble and surrounded by danger
Then youse a snack-sized nigga, formerly a hater
You'll be small and insignificant, no longer a threat
Double-barrel blast for you pimp game perpetrators
We'll come at you with force if you try to mess with our game
Fake-ass rappers can't fuck wit what we bust
We're the real deal and no one can compete with us
Roll through, one deep, heat in the waistband
We're rolling through the streets with weapons for protection
Jealous-ass niggas might try and touch a made man
Envious people may try to harm us because of our success and status
Smoke somethin', I'm a fiend for the sticky green
I enjoy smoking marijuana
My whole team keep it clean like a pinky ring
We're always looking our best and keeping our image polished
Poppin' pills like a nigga eatin' M&M's
We take drugs frequently and casually
Who's the killer now? Tell me who's the badder dude?
Who's the toughest and most dangerous person in the room?
Do you really wanna kill me and do time?
Are you willing to murder me and face the consequences?
One of the hardest niggas that you will ever meet
I'm one of the toughest and most intimidating people you'll come across
It's all real, never fantasy or incomplete
My life and experiences are authentic and true, never made up
Roll us up in the Duchess
Smoke us in a Duchess brand cigarillo
Contributed by Brayden J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.