Feel The Real Lyrics - Singles - Tha Alkaholiks

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 yall niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint real 

Ah, ha, ha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this motherfucker 

Posted gettin' toasted, I know them niggaz dont dig this shit 

With these women out here but yo check it out 

We cant make every song hardcore 

(Can you feel this?) 

But we definitely aint gonna make no soft shit 

If yall niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint real 

So feel the real 

Feel the realness of the brother that leaves the women wide 

With rough words of pleasure that they boyfriend cant provide 

'Cause while they niggaz think they slick, fuckin' down low tricks 

I got the finest hoes in Cali fightin' over this dick 

But Ima single nigga lust, so nobody gets hurt 

No one is alerted 'cause they heard that I flirted 

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 

Thats 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 

On 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 thats the real and thats the real 

(Tell me can you feel this?) 

If yall niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint real 

So all the ladies in the place can know, thats the real 

(Can you feel this?) 

Uh, thats the real, if yall niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint real 

(Ah one two) 

I thought she was the one for me, only for my eyes to see 

Sometimes I let her cry but shes a lady 

But most of the time I kept that bitch happy 

Kept her toe nails painted and her hair from gettin' nappy 

It was a rainy cold weatherly 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 Nikes 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? 

Its 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, lets 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 didnt know I had a hot one 

Went to my room and grabbed my shotgun 

(Ah, chill) 

I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda 

I wouldnt be here today 

She tried to make me think everything could be the same 

But she ran too much game on my 511 frame 

I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda you know the consequences 

I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda thats what I hate bitches 

(Just chill nigga, I know you feel this) 

If yall niggaz cant feel me then yall niggaz aint real 

If yall niggaz cant feel me then yall niggaz aint real 

If yall niggaz cant feel me then yall niggaz aint real 

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