t – real talk lyrics – ice

(feat. dv alias kryst)

[verse 1: ice-t]
yo, whose that fly n*gg* rocking the mic?
hold up, no, it can’t be what it sound like
i’ve thought that n*gg* left the game years ago
i’ve seen him in people madness with bad white wh*r*
i’ve seen him flossing rips on a covered dub
i’ve seen him with some arabs in the back of the club
i heard that every word that he says is real
he used to take young b*tches and then teach them to steal
heard him pimp as a bishop, played the whole bubble
for the word ya-yo, maybe come back double
i met him once, n*gg*, shot me the real
he said get your paper player, f*ck how they feel
lean to the ankles baby, gator to the floor
respect real n*gg*z, never trust the wh*r*
when you bust, squeeze the trigger ’til it motherf*cker glow
then he said his name is ice and he hit the door
that’s real talk!

[chorus: kryst x2]
real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk
it’s real talk, reeeeeaaaaal talk (it’s real talk!)

[verse 2: ice-t]
i heard he went to crenshaw, roll with the cribs
i heard he made millions h*tting cutey licks
then i heard that the n*gg* had roots in the east
i heard the n*gg*’s whole motherf*cking fam’s deceased
he started all that sh*t out ‘f*ck the police’
he really don’t care, carrys gats and pares
i know he’s in his forties, i was just a child
when a n*gg* came out and sent the game buckwild
real n*gg*z know that he’s not no joke
black raiders beanie and them liquor store locs
not to even mention his folks
cali’ n*gg*z hitting switches on them hundred spokes
i read in an interview, he said he was done
then he comes with this fly sh*t back on the one
but i heard he’s never happy and the n*gg*’s so upset
that he jacks off my money then he f*cks his b*tch
that’s real talk!

[chorus: kryst x2]

[interlude: kryst]
ummmm.. got no habitation to a wh*r*
cause in the streets, i gotta get it ice cold
now that’s real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk
ummmm.. uhhhmm.. yeaahhh!! yeaahhh!!

[verse 3: ice-t]
a blandness name is coco when she carrys the gat
green eyes, big t*tties and that *ss is fat
clean to the n*gg*, not impressed with rap
to the side, if you try then she covers his back
seen them once in the champ, no posse, no crew
coco wears a mean shoe, it was just them two
they shared in the back, everyone knew was true
they was doing it the way that we’re all wanted to do
i heard that n*gg* don’t sleep for days
writes poetry all night and reach experience plays
no clothes off the rack, everything is made
don’t drink hard liquor, just the great kool-aid
straight gangster but got no beef
n*body talking down on his name in the street
has chips air tight, and his game is elite
he’s just the type of player that i aimed to be
that’s real talk!

[chorus: kryst x2]

[outro: kryst]
real talk, got my name in the streets
talking about me, saying how much they love me
but no one ever hold me through this game
cause every where i go, i keep hearing my name
yeaahhh!! yeaahhh! gotta keep it gangster
ohhh.. yeah, i keep it gangster
ummmm.. got no habitation to a wh*r*
cause in the streets, i gotta get it ice cold
now that’s real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk
ummmm.. uhhhmm.. yeaahhh!! yeaahhh!!

/ ice lyrics