Slaine - Bobby Be Real (feat.Tech N9ne & Madchild) Lyrics

feat. MadChild & Tech N9neTell them motheruckers to shut the fuck up in the backgroundThere's a new song and dance going onUp in the MGM grand with 10g's in his handCoked out, drinkin', thinkin' of the reasons he's playin'For shit to get hot as the summer until it's freezin' againBullets pop off, hit you like it's grease from the panMan he don't he believe in the lawIs it all regards? demons in lawsStackin' the paper, schemin' the broadsWhats his name is Steven or George?Half of the time, that's where the grime isKids, he's have been involvedScared bids he living offDivas got his evening revolvingAnd they're not even the problemThe meanest of all but the seamless so-solveTo get his penis and balls inLisa and all, who's a piece of shit whoreWith some cranks in her jawThat squeaks like a dolphinHe don't even do drugs, he's getting off emHe crashes into a wall, crawls in the coffinBobby Be Real, (Bobby Be Real)They told him "Bobby Be Real" (Bobby Be Real)They said life isn't easyKeep holding on to that wobbly wheel(Hold on that wobbly wheel ohh)I told em before you go to pack a JimmyWith Jammy, cause who you like is pokin' MinyShe's open like Cedars, Mickey D's and Denny'sHe never listen, so we don't take anyHopped on the bitch naked, when she got the clapperSomebody was at the door, they came to jack herBroke in the crib, everyone of em got the strappersBut Bobby done brung nothing but his dirty daggerPsycho shooters came and plotted the hoSeen a sucka so they shot at the brosThrowing Bobby, straight demolished, abolishedAnd then they caught it, Bobby done brought in the floorThe family's all bloodSick as hell cause something raw calledI was one of the friends at Bobby's funeral like "oh no!"I got a problemI think that probably my kemosabe's actually Bobby5 in the morning, down in the lobbyDrunk but on coke so he's not even wobblingHe got his problems, hope he can solve emTalking to bitches that look like a GoblinHe's doing coke and he think that she's dopeBut her feet are as big as a couple toboggansOnce every month or so, quits and goes joggin'Knowing there's something that's wrong with his nogginSpends all his money and drives a jalopyActin' is his passion and rap is his hobbySmashin' and bashin', his fashion is sloppyLaughin' and lashin' out, actin' up oddlyHe's got a crew, and when they all start mobbin'That's when my brother Slaine turns into Bobby