Tell me do you feel this or feel that Tell me who's the real bitch, tell me who's the real man And tell me where the hoes man, nobody knows man That's why they're getting close man
Tell me do you feel this or feel that Tell me who's the real bitch, tell me who's the real man And tell me where the hoes man, nobody knows man With bitches knockin' at my door man
You run around, thinkin' you's a player, let you tell it Is it true or a lie, just like you'a die I can spell it I smell it, pass me the blunt, yo fella' I pass You think I'm a slick, innocent, and bat an eyelash
Why crash a (?), my bitch only rented it Homies could've prevented it, you should've put a dent in it I'm sendin' it, straight to the brain, since I'm shady I invented it, straighten the game, since I made it
Now maybe, hoes try to fill me on this one, I kill 'em with this gun My real's in this thumb, it's somethin', bitches get the squealy and run Bet you get stunned, bitches pack the (?) and rum Fillin' they gun..(??)..my hoes are misbehavin'
I'm wavin' my ride Plus I'm layin' it tight Plus I'm sayin' it light Plus I'm sprayin' the mic Displaying the right to each and everyone I'm saying it light to reach through every drum Where they from, out the cut, is deep in the ghetto Where they from, out the cut, deep in my level
Tell me do you feel this or feel that Tell me who's the real bitch, tell me who's the real man And tell me where the hoes man, nobody knows man That's why they're getting close man
Tell me do you feel this or feel that Tell me who's the real bitch, tell me who's the real man And tell me where the hoes man, nobody knows man With bitches knockin' at my door man