Too Real - Boxxx

When the day comes That you hold me And you love on me Till I don't feel like I'm lonely I'll start seeing I'll start believing But I was chasing dreams While you were chasing feelings So please hold back And just look in my eyes Don't leave with him tonight This feeling Hurts too real Cause I see it You look beautiful The happiness You make me feel But I see it And it hurts me This feeling Hurts too real This feeling Hurts too real Now I'm hoping You'll come back and find me My arms are open And my hearts began unwinding So please wait And give it one more try I won't be home late tonight This feeling Hurts too real Cause I see it You look beautiful The happiness You make me feel But I see it And it hurts me This feeling Hurts too real This feeling Hurts too real

(D-D-DJ FMCT) (DJ Bandz, oh, man) Man, these n- h-, I already know (I know) Tell him drop the lo' (what?) He gon' get exposed (get exposed) Too real, I cannot go (I can't), plus, I keep a p- (keep my p-) My chain white and gold (white and gold), wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow) Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh), you diss then we gon' slide (what? Huh?) He got shot, but he ain't d- (what?) Sike, you know he d- (uh-huh) I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh), still, I'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up) I'm with E. dogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh), free D. Rose, he ain't tell nothin' How you real? Your homie just got k- (how?) And you still ain't did nothin' (what?) You the type to get booked and tell on your friends and act like you ain't said nothin' (damn, damn) I'll be damned, n- know who I am (they know) We got the call and spinned the van, we call it 2 a.m. (let's go, let's go) N- think it's sweet since I got rich like I won't shoot at them (boom, boom) I'm on the block, still fuck a broke n- b- boy, I don't give a s- Ice so cold I make her sick, know who my dentist is I done s- so many men (what?) I think I'm 50 Cent (I think I am) I ask once, won't ask again (I won't), know who you dealin' with If I crack once, won't crack again (I won't), ain't with that feelin' shit (ah, nah, nah) Man, these n- h-, I already know (I know) Tell him drop the lo' (what?) He gon' get exposed (get exposed) Too real, I cannot go (I can't), plus, I keep a p- (keep my p-) My chain white and gold (white and gold), wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow) Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh), you diss then we gon' slide (what? Huh?) He got shot, but he ain't d- (what?) Sike, you know he d- (uh-huh) I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh), still, I'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up) I'm with E. dogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh), free D. Rose, he ain't tell nothin'

Look, alright, yeah I'm sittin' out here waitin' on 'em Alright look, if you don't got it, you don't gotta do all that I don't give a fuck where you was at, I just You know where to be at Uh, shippin' sticky lately Niykee Heaton, Nikki Baby, I was Nicki crazy Had dreams of menagin' both but they been missin' lately I'm off the liquor so I'm different maybe Listen baby, I drove Alyssa crazy, these bitches hate me Shout out to Gail, she forever real You ever feel like you need me then you know the deal I know she never will, and I respect her still She saw the wave and kept it real before my record deal But now I'm settin' sail, yeah I'm settin' sail A star born starboard in this wretched hell My life is extra real, my film gon' need some extra reels Robin went and got a Batmobile Oh yeah, the come up is real, but so is the come down Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around I be in my feels every time that you come around Don't know how to feel any time that you come around The come up is real, but so is the come down Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around Don't know how to feel every time that you come around I be in my chills, yeah Look, uh, watchin' her come up Okay, I guess I got the worst from her Three months, and I ain't even heard a word from her That ain't a loss, it's tuition 'cause I learned from her I moved to Cali, made a million in my first summer Uh, shit's lookin' up, like bird hunters I bought a 4Runner for my third gunner Then there's a catch like I got money to throw She ain't a catch she gonna come for your soul Even though, even though she gettin' shared like Sonny Bono I still pull up the videos and run 'em slow-mo But wait, I told her nobody's safe Lookin' like I just stepped outta somebodies safe The come up is real, but so is the come down Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around Girl, I'm in my feels every time that you come around Don't know how to feel every time that you come around The come up is real, but so is the come down Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around Girl, I'm in my feels every time that you come around I be actin', uh, look But look, tryna find a jam in this lil' room You know you never pick a rose when it's fully bloomed Walkin' out the house like: Who you runnin' to? Fuckin' with dude that's young enough to be a son to you Crazy how you lookin' shorty You pushin' 40 Like baby, now you lookin' for me You lookin' sorry No cure for the insecure But you can share my soul with me since you're missin' yours Okay, you see, attention what I needed but you still ignore it So I paid less of it to get a little more I know, immature You know, this shit is yours I might as well go get this dick insured Yeah, the come up is real, but so is the come down Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around I be in my feels every time that you come around I be actin' (yo this shit crazy) Uh, look, but so is the come down Yeah, I get the chills every time that you come around I be poppin' pills every time that you come around You be stealin' mills tryna give me the run around I know the deal, yeah, fuck it You know when you lose money on these hoes, it ain't really a loss my brother, that's tuition Yeah (graduation), we all got degrees in this shit (congratulation) I got nine PhD's and eight Masters Yeah, don't call it love baby, don't call it love 'cause you can't find a way to hate me It ain't love, love you though

Gyal how yuh bad so How yuh bad so How yuh rude so Ah wanna take ah little piece of that, Jus geh meh permission tuh wuk yuh (Wuk yuh) Cuz when yuh whining gyal ah doh wah Interrupt yuh. See ah tellin yuh baby De way yuh behaving When yuh whine like that tell yuh body Tuh stop yuh. Oh lawd ah wanna go down, Go down Leh me see that waistline go round, Go round Bubble tuh de baseline you cyah Siddung Gyal you cyah siddung Doh stick now we cyah go wrong Ah you gat de realest bumpah in dis town Is de way yuh move it up and down And de size ah de shape its de way That yuh whine and yuh jiggle up yuh waist. That bumpah is too real It dangerous Ah wan ah whine but it lookin Dangerous Ah wan ah whine but it could Be danger And I just want tuh grind on you gyal It too real, It dangerous Ah wan ah whine and it lookin Dangerous Ah wan ah whine but it could Be danger And I just want tuh grind on you. Yuh was born fuh dis Ah givin it all fuh dis Yuh wukin up and ah like it so Ah say yuh was born fuh dis Ah love de way yuh performin dis When yuh whinin baby whoooaaaa. Gyal yuh make meh build ah sweat, Build ah sweat And we in my net, in my net No, Ah watchin yuh whine and yuh know That ah watchin yuh so that yuh Dip and go down low Make meh build ah sweat, Build ah sweat And we in my net ohh, Now ah wonder how that ting behind yuh Does feel, it too real yeah. Ah get in position tuh wuk yuh Lock yuh, look gurl Ah gonna do some ting baby doh Leh me stop yuh No, Stop keep de ting goin Feelin like we floatin Ah wanna jam tuh de ground but ah doh want Tuh rush yuh. Oh lawd, oh gyal ah wanna go down, Go down Leh me see that waistline go round, Go round Bubble tuh de baseline you cyah Siddung Gyal you cyah siddung Doh stick now we cyah go wrong Ah you gat de realest bumpah in dis town Is de way yuh move it up and down And de size ah de shape its de way That yuh whine and yuh jiggle up yuh waist. That bumpah is too real It dangerous Ah wan ah whine but it lookin Dangerous Ah wan ah whine but it could Be danger And I just want tuh grind on you gyal It too real, It dangerous Ah wan ah whine and it lookin Dangerous Ah wan ah whine but it could Be danger And I just want tuh grind on you. Yuh was born fuh dis Ah givin it all fuh dis Yuh wukin up and ah like it so Ah say yuh was born fuh dis Ah love de way yuh performin dis When yuh whinin baby whoooaaaa Gyal how yuh bad so How yuh bad so How yuh rude so Ah wanna take ah little piece of that, How yuh bad so How yuh bad so How yuh rude so. That bumpah is too real It dangerous Ah wan ah whine but it lookin Dangerous Ah wan ah whine but it could Be danger And I just want tuh grind on you gyal It too real, It dangerous Ah wan ah whine and it lookin Dangerous Ah wan ah whine but it could Be danger And I just want tuh grind on you

Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things check We started out makin small time bacon Two little niggaz bakin talkin bout whippin cakes Get clothin and big cheddar hopin it gets better We had no knowledge of this shit we just was with whatever In front of your buildin clockin, thought I was makin a killin Right in front of your children, eightball in my side pocket They was corrupt too, disrespectin the fiends I used to Look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York I'm hollerin Lifetimes, he hollerin Life's Too $hort Parallel lives and jew-els held high To the Range, to the Rove, get exchanged, for your souls You know how the game goes, slang to get G's And speak in Chinese everybody gains the same dough Get your shit scarred fuckin with my sick squad From Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things So now you own a record label, I got one too We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records On the shelf and on the charts the double deckers The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook? I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways So I can get paid, everday I see the same old shit, I see in the streets I know you think I'm sellin keys but I only sell beats Dopefiend music, it's drug related You can buy it on the corner get a radio and play it It always sounds better when you turn it up loud Rap music let these motherfuckers know what we about I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin niggaz It's just like in the streets main, how much you get? On the road to riches, and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things That's right, I been a hustler for a long time Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes I started off with nothing ended up with everything Now we sip Hennessee in first class on every plane Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin Always see me at the bank and yes I'm goin again There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy Now peep, how sweet, niggaz lives can get Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect $hort Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow I got love for y'all motherfuckers y'all just don't know I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's I like the five speed drops pop the clutch then go If you want it, keep ballin, and if you jealous stop I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac How real is that? On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things And I'm out Beyotch! $hort Dawg's in the house Jigga Much love $hort Dawg, get your money main All the way from the West coast Uhh, how real is that