Reality Show Lyrics - Revenge Of The Barracuda - W.c.

(Intro W.C. Talking) 

Damn I mean when this shit come on right here (Dub-C) 

I mean you gotta put yo hands up (Dub) you got to (Dub-Dub-Dub-C) 

I mean Im looking around right now and I dont know whats real I mean I seein all this bullshit on TV all these weirdoes out here, I dont know whats going on but Uhh 

(Hook) 

If its on then its on let me know that its on 

If it aint really on tell me whats going on 

If its on then its on let me know that its on 

Cuz Uh-Ohhh Its my reality show 

If its all for the dough and its really a show 

Nigga, lemme know cuz the triggers ready to blow 

If its on then its on let me know that its on 

Cuz Uh-Ohhh 

(Verse 1) 

Man up time to put ya 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 shit aint nothing but hoes 

Whats the Flava? aint 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 nigga I dont know where Im at 

My nigga Slay said the other day 

I Love New York but radio done let the Projects Runaway 

I told him dont sweat it and dont 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 

Im grabbing my flame thrower 

Its a Dirty job but radio needs an Extreme Makeover 

Look They cant bullshit 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 

Im 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 shit is Tough Love 

No affection Thats 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 & Mac Dre 

Its my reality show, and my reality is smashin 

Fuck Keeping up with the Kardashians 

Im hiding from the Repo Man so get the deals nick 

Keep a roof over my kids head is real shit 

Cant sit around and wait til it comes back around 

Gotta get it down south is where its at now 

Well I got that the make they lungs cough 

And a homegirl wit me to throw the ones off 

It aint a Simple Life its a grind & all the above 

Im getting a shot of hen nigga, fuck 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 aint right.. Ill dig her out all night 

Fuck 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 nigga in jail lookin like The Biggest Loser 

Wit the receding hairline like Carlos Boozer 

Surreal Life a nigga cant play wit this 

Keisha Colell Even tell you thats The Way It Is 

(Hook) 

If its on then its on let me know that its on 

If it aint really on tell me whats going on 

If its on then its on let me know that its on 

Cuz Uh-Ohhh Its my reality show 

If its all for the dough and its really a show 

Nigga, lemme know cuz the triggers ready to blow 

If its on then its on let me know that its on 

Cuz Uh-Ohhh Its my reality show 

(Scratching & Mixing Dubb-C fading out)