Reality Show - WC

Damn

I mean when this sh*t come on right here (Dub-C)

I mean you gotta put you hands up (Dub)

You got to (Dub-Dub-Dub-C)

I mean I'm looking around right now

And I don't know what's real

I mean I seen all this b******t on TV

All these weirdoes out here

I don't know what's going on but Uhh

If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on

If it ain't really on tell me what's going on

If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on

Cuz Uh-Ohhh

It's my reality show

If it's all for the dough

And it's really a show

Ni**a let me know

Cuz the triggers ready to blow

If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on

Cuz Uh-Ohhh

Man up time to put you hands up

I come too far to lay down

So imma stand up

And let the truth be told

Cuz majority of niggaz in this rap sh*t ain't nothing but hoes

What's the Flava

Ain't no greater

Than this double-pump

Shaker shakin up the party with the new ankle-breaker

So hold on while I take the strap and reload

And tune you niggaz in to my reality show

First up never the least

I kick it off where the sun rises like yeast

Imma start in the east

The Big Brother when hip hop

Was just like L A

Radio done sold their sole & went pop

I used to recognize the welcome mat

But now in the Cash Cab ni**a I don't know where I'm at

My ni**a Slay said the other day

I Love New York but radio done let the Projects Run away

I told him don't sweat it and don't stress those

Cuz over here Loc we got it even worse on the west coast

A gang of niggaz smellin like similac on my station

Wit no respect for the foundation

I'm grabbing my flame thrower

It's a Dirty job but radio needs an Extreme Makeover

Look They can't b******t Dubb

My pants aint tight enough to be in their Celebrity Fit Club

Hip-hop Ultimate Fighter No pretender

Three fifty seven south central Contender

I'm south of the ten freeway

Turn the wheels

While these rap niggaz scared to come down the hills

On the block where the glock is kept

The Apprentice in the kitchen with the homie workin scales like a Top Chef

(Yep) gotta keep another plug

Cuz staying down with this rap sh*t is Tough Love

No affection That's why im headed in the northern direction

Pluggin wit my bay area connection

Up north got the bomb bay to make sure the Sac pay

The homie E-40 Too Short and Mac Dre

It's my reality show and my reality is smash in

F**k Keeping up with the Kardashians

I'm hiding from the Repo Man so get the deals nick

Keep a roof over my kids head is real sh*t

Can't sit around and wait til it comes back around

Gotta get it down south is where it's at now

Well I got that the make they lungs cough

And a homegirl wit me to throw the ones off

It ain't a Simple Life its a grind and all the above

Im getting a shot of hen ni**a

F**k A Shot at Love

After riding my stick

My homegirl said Chili want a square

But she need some westside dick

I said you know I ain't right

I'll dig her out all night

F**k her and kick her to the curb like a Basketball Wife

Plus she aint down enough to be mine

If we get caught The First 48 she droppin a dime

Have a ni**a in jail lookin like The Biggest Loser

Wit the receding hairline like Carlos Boozer

Surreal Life a ni**a cant play with this

Keisha Colell Even tell you thats The Way It Is

If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on

If it ain't really on tell me what's going on

If it's on then it's on let me know that it's on

Cuz Uh-Ohhh It's my reality show

If it's all for the dough and it's really a show

Ni**a let me know cuz the triggers ready to blow

If it's on then its on let me know that it's on

Cuz Uh-Ohhh It's my reality show

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