Do You Really
Eightball feat. 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 opening lines of “Do You Really” sound like an invitation to party and get crunk, but the song is more a showcase of Eightball & MJG’s talents as “street poetry creators” and “real underground lovin muh’fuckers” who are immune to rivalries, jealousies, and fake-ass posturing among rappers. The verses are full of aggressive imagery that threatens to leave haters, perpetrators, and fake-ass rappers floating backside up in a swamp of gators or getting smoked like a sack. MJG boasts of his ability to double-barrel blast anyone who messes with his pimp game, while Eightball rhymes about his love for sticky green, pinky rings, and popping pills that make him feel hardcore like a scene in Cabrini Green. The chorus repeatedly asks if the listeners really wanna get crunk and buck, but it’s unclear whether the question is mocking or sincere. The song ends with a warning that Eightball & MJG are two of the hardest rappers to bust over beats and that fifty feet separate them from weak hoes.
One interesting fact about “Do You Really” is that it appeared on Eightball & MJG’s 1999 album “In Our Lifetime, Vol. 1” which reached #9 on the Billboard 200 and #1 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart. Another fact is that the song samples a few lines from the chorus of Goodie Mob’s single “Cell Therapy” (1995), which may explain why CeeLo Green later collaborated with Eightball & MJG on their 2007 album “Ridin' High”. A third fact is that “Do You Really” was one of the songs included in the documentary film “Beef” (2003) which traced the origins and manifestations of hip hop rivalries between various artists. A fourth fact is that Eightball & MJG are two of the founding members of the hip hop collective Suave House Records, which also featured rappers like Tela, South Circle, and Thorough. A fifth fact is that “Do You Really” was produced by T-Mix, who has worked on numerous other rap albums, including releases by Lil Wayne, Ludacris, and Z-Ro. A sixth fact is that Eightball was known as Premro Smith before he adopted his stage name, which was inspired by his weight (over 200 pounds) and his preference for playing pool. A seventh fact is that MJG was known as Marlon Jermaine Goodwin before he adopted his stage name, which was inspired by his initials and his alias for selling drugs. An eighth fact is that Eightball & MJG were featured on the soundtracks of several movies, including “Menace II Society” (1993), “A Thin Line Between Love and Hate” (1996), and “Bad Boys II” (2003). A ninth fact is that Eightball & MJG’s style of rap is often associated with Southern hip hop or Memphis rap, which is characterized by slower tempos, thicker basslines, and grittier lyrics about street life. A tenth fact is that “Do You Really” was remixed by rap group 5th Ward Boyz on their 2000 album “Recognize the Mob”, which added verses by rapper Niq of the 5th Ward Boyz.
Chords: unknown.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah it's time to get crunked up in this bitch
Let's get hyped and rowdy in this party
You know what I'm talkin' about
You understand me, right?
Layin it down ("Eightball, MJG") for all my real niggas
We're representing and rapping for all our genuine friends
This for all them real gangsta-ass nigga
This is dedicated to the authentic and tough gangsters
Yaknowhamsayin? My brothers gettin money out here yaknowhamsayin?
You know what I'm saying? My close friends are making lots of cash out here. You know what I'm saying?
Yaknahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah
You know what I'm talking about? Yeah, yeah
Get fresh wit me nigga I'ma spoil it later
If you try to front on me, I'll get back at you and ruin everything for you later
You'll float backside up in a swamp of gators
If you mess with me, you'll end up dead and lying in a swamp full of alligators
Then youse a snack-sized nigga, formerly a hater
After your demise, you'll be an irrelevant and unimportant person
Cain't touch us, I know you wanna be us
You can't defeat us, I know you want to be like us
Whoa! Do you really wanna get crunk?
Do you truly want to get wild and crazy?
Hey! Do you really wanna get buck?
Hey! Do you truly want to get rowdy?
Hey! All my players, all my gangstas
Hey! All my cool guys, all my tough guys
Hey! All my hustlers, all my grinders
Hey! All my hardworking people, all my people who get things done
Roll through, one deep, heat in the waistband
Cruising alone with a gun in the waistband
Jealous-ass niggas might try and touch a made man
Envious people may try to harm someone who's successful
Smoke somethin', I'm a fiend for the sticky green
Let's smoke weed; I'm addicted to high-quality marijuana
My whole team keep it clean like a pinky ring
My whole crew keeps everything fresh and spotless like a pinky ring
Hardcore like a scene in Cabrini Green
We're as intense as the situation in Cabrini Green housing project in Chicago
Excursion, Escalade with the big rims
We're driving big expensive SUVs with large rims
Denim suits, soulja rag with my gold Timbs
Wearing fashionable denim suits and military-style bandanas with my fancy Timberland boots
Poppin' pills like a nigga eatin' M&M's
We're taking drugs like we're snacking on M&M's
Weak-ass rappers get smoked like a sack
We destroy inferior and unskilled rappers with ease
Do you really wanna hit the sauna, with some bitches and marijuana?
Do you genuinely want to enjoy some quality time with women and weed in the sauna?
Sailboats offa the beaches of California
Going on boats off the shore of California beaches
Y'all ain't crunker than us, ghetto performers
Nobody is wilder or more ghetto than us; we're amazing performers
Street roamers, still keepin the heat on us
We're street-smart people and still carry guns for protection
Incomplete emcees just can't compete
Rappers who are lacking skills can't measure up or compete with us
Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Royalty Network
Written by: CHADRON MOORE, MARLON J GOODWIN, PREMRO VONZELLAIRE SMITH, Moore C., Premro Smith
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