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Intro: Tash Yo... who we got? Check it out, aiyyo Aiyyo, givin the women somethin they can feel, who we got? We got, we got, we got, we got, we got Tha Liks "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real" Ahh-haha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this motherfucker Posted gettin toasted I know them niggaz don't dig this shit with these women out here But yo check it out we can't make every song hardcore (can you feel this) But we definitely ain't gonna make no soft shit "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real" So feel the real Verse One: Tash Feel the realness of the brother that leaves the women wide With rough words of pleasure that they boyfriend can't provide Cause while they niggaz think they slick, fuckin down low tricks I got the finest hoes in Cali fightin over this dick But I'ma single nigga lust, so nobody gets hurt-ed No one is alerted cause they heard that I flirt-ed Unlike these niggaz that you claimin is your only that be in the wind at night while you watchin TV lonely But phony shit is what relationships bring That's why you lookin at my fingers but you see no rings Just a fist full of digits and a forty ounce of Miller Cause the last girl I had that bitch made me wanna kill her Letras de cancionesOn that shit, tryin to sniff my clothes Swearin up and down I was out coolin with hoes But yo Rico knows, what it means to be committed And when I claim you as my "beyatch" I go all the way with it And that's the real And that's the real (tell me can you feel this) "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real" So all the ladies in the place can know, that's the real (can you feel this) Uh, that's the real (ah one two) "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real" Verse Two: J-Ro I thought she was the one for me, only for my eyes to see Sometimes I let her cry but she's a lady But most of the time I kept that bitch happy Kept her toenails painted and her hair from gettin nappy It was a rainy cold weathery winter I met this broad at the Beverly Center I stepped to the hottie with the body, nuttin to it I said 'I like the Nike's baby, can we Just Do It? What would it cost to be J-Ro apostrophe S, yes yes damn you blessed with fat ass with no ripples, tools big like ?hipple? It's Tha Liks six baby baby on them nipples' She just smiled and said 'Ooh you need to quit it' (Damn bro, all we wanna know is did you get it) What? Shit, I hit it, from all the angles Swingin my thing like the California Angels Things got serious as much time was spent I said 'Fuck it, let's split the rent on this apartment' Two years together quickly turned into four The tears began to pour when I had to go on tour Two months later, I walk back through the door The bitch is butt naked with some nigga on my floor DAMN, I didn't know I had a hot one Went to my room and grabbed my shotgun (ahh chill) I coulda, shoulda, but if I woulda I wouldn't be here today She tried to make me think everything could be the same But she ran too much game on my 5"11' frame I coulda, shoulda, but if I woulda You know the consequences I coulda, shoulda, but if I woulda (just chill nigga) That's what I hate bitches (I know you feel this) "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real" (repeat to fade) From Letras Mania