Little rap that we prepared some guys some time ago.



  • (These feelings are no longer real, we pass everything as a game and today we do not seek to offend anyone, however at the time of writing the song if we wanted to retaliate)

    [Intro JohnnyEnglish]
    San-dreas, San-dreas, San-dreas
    [Intro Jackspedicey]

    Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's
    Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's
    Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's
    Ahh, real muthaphuckkin G's

    [Verse 1: VictorVENEZUELA]
    Hey yo, Hex, here's another proper track
    And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
    And let that real shit provoke
    See, you's a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and I hope
    That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
    The same records that you makin' is payin' me
    Motherfuck Hex! Motherfuck Ross! Motherfuck Death Row!
    Yo, and here comes my left blow
    'Cause I'm the L-A-T-I-N and this is the season
    To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
    You're like a kid, you found a pup, and now you're dapper
    But tell me, where the fuck you found an anorexic player?
    Talkin' 'bout who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot
    You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots
    (Damn, V, they tried to fade you on Hex Day)
    But Hex Day only meant Victor's payday
    All of a sudden Hex is the G Thang
    But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
    So, nigga please, nigga please
    Don't step to these muthaphuckkin' real G's

    [Skerdi]
    Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
    Yo, Hex! (What's up?)

    [Verse 2: Mr.Underpants]
    Every day it's a new player claimin' to be dapper than the Pants
    Softer than a bitch but portray the role of gangsta
    Ain't broke a law in your life
    Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
    Just take a good look at the nigga and you'll capture
    The fact that the bastard is simply just an actor
    Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
    Of niggas in Los Santos, San Fierro, and Las Venturasl
    Never ever once have you ran with the turf
    But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
    But tell me, who's a witness to your fuckin' work?
    So you never had no bid'ness, so save the drama, jerk!
    Niggas straight kill me, knowin' that they pranksters
    This is goin' out to you studio gangstas
    See, I did dirt, put in work, and many niggas can vouch that
    So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that
    But niggas like you, I gotta hate ya
    'Cause I'm just tired of suburbia niggas
    Talkin' about they come from projects
    Knowin' you ain't seen the parts of the streets, G
    Think you started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty
    Wearin' khakis and mob while you rhyme
    Little fag tried to sag, but you're floodin' at the same time
    And your set don't accept ya; scared to kick it with your homies
    'Cause you know they don't respect ya
    So, nigga please, check nuts
    Before you step to these muthaphuckkin' real G's

    [Verse 3: Savage]
    Well, it's the Savage, definition "Original baby gangsta"
    Approach me like you hard, motherfucker, I'ma bank ya
    Shank ya, with my fuckin' shank, if I have to
    Hex and Ross are fuckin' actors
    Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
    But this time you're dealin' with some real motherfuckers
    G's, nigga please, don't try to step
    'Cause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left
    See, young niggas like me will break you off somethin'
    Claimin' my city — but Hex, you ain't from the server
    Niggas like y'all is what I call wannabes
    And ain't shit compared to real muthaphuckkin' G's

    [Skerdi]
    Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
    Yo, Hex! (What's up?)

    [Verse 4: VictorVENEZUELA]
    I never met a Savage. who never did shit wrong
    You tried to diss the Latin, so now, nigga, it's on
    You and your Doggy Dogg think that y'all hoggin' shit
    Both of you bitches can come and suck my Doggy dick
    Beatin' up a bitch don't make you shit, but then again
    Some niggas think it makes a man
    Damn, it's a trip how a Moderator could switch so quick
    From wearin' lipstick to smokin' on chronic at picnics
    And now you think you're bigger
    But to me you ain't nothin' but a bitch-ass nigga
    That ain't worth a food stamp
    And at Death Row, I hear you gettin' treated like boot camp
    Gotta follow your sergeant's directions
    Or get your ass pumped with the Dexter & Jasperson
    Learn a lesson from the Latin
    Stay in your place and don't step to real muthaphuckkin' G's

    [Skerdi]
    Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
    Yo, Hex! (What's up?)
    Boy, you should've known by now
    Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
    Yo, Hex! (What's up?)
    Boy, you should've known by now
    Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
    Yo, Hex! (What's up?)
    Boy, you should've known by now: LA Duz It

    (This is based on the song of Eazy E - Real Muthaphukkin G's)

    rhythm here


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    Nice lyrics :') I didn't know the song, I'm not a rap-guy



  • where is the track?

    shit i thought u were gonna rap



  • In fact, several of us were left to record our rap parts, but many parts were missing.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZzsWUUYuW0