Letras
Yeah
Funkdoobie in the house
1994, Representing
Keeping it real
One time
I stepped out the door and left undisturbed
I made the beer run and saw them hookers on the curb
Them pimps got the curls, rollers fancy fur coats
Talking to the brothers in the alley, the word
Though the party's at seven and girls are with their babies
Kids are playing handball and it's about eighty
I rolled out with T-Funk in the T-Bird
Pumped the T bass, hell of course then we made that U-turn
The doobie got rolled up, the homies had showed up
'Cause we made a left and saw the liquor store hold up
Stopped at the light acting like nothing happened
We went about our way, brothers domino slapping
Pulled up on the side to see what girls were wearing
T popped the top and had all them hookers staring
On the real, the real, what the deal (On the real)
For my brothers who live and die on the corner
On the real, the real, what the deal (On the real)
For my brothers who live and die on the corner
On the real, the real, what the deal (On the real)
For my brothers who live and die on the corner
On the real, the real, what the deal (On the real)
For my brothers who live and die on the corner
Brothers shooting cee-lo, try to meet expenses
Homies at the park tired, sleep on the benches
Standing by the pay phone, made the call to Ralph M
Yo Ralph, what's up nigga? Yo what up dog?
What time you wanna get up tonight? Around ten
Word? Yo, what's all that noise in the back man?
Homies getting loud right in front of my building
The street lights came on, a cool breeze feeling
For the night's what I need, my aura feels special
What's up to my neighbors, the day had settled
Brothers wanna hustle on the corner, scheming
Then I ran back and got ready for that evening
On the real, the real, what the deal (On the real)
For my brothers who live and die on the corner
On the real, the real, what the deal (On the real)
For my brothers who live and die on the corner
On the real, the real, what the deal (On the real)
For my brothers who live and die on the corner
On the real, the real, what the deal (On the real)
For my brothers who live and die on the corner
I'm at the party drunk and my homies look dusted
The music was blasting, look careful, what's this?
I hear about a hooker who wants to get with T-Funk
The room was kinda hot, hallucinating, see one
See two girls by the hallway (What's up ladies?) all day
Staring at my grill, these females wanna play?
Girls dimmed their lights and danced till the morning
My crew was in the house, saw these hookers tip-toeing
To the back with the homies, you know the rest
It was late that night after everyone had left
Some earled in the streets, others gave out their numbers
I then grabbed my coat, had the ride home covered
Leaving with this girl from my block, yeah I took her
Said peace to the homies, now I'm out to hit the hookah
On the real, the real, what the deal (On the real)
For my brothers who live and die on the corner
On the real, the real, what the deal (On the real)
For my brothers who live and die on the corner
On the real, the real, what the deal (On the real)
For my brothers who live and die on the corner
On the real, the real, what the deal (On the real)
For my brothers who live and die on the corner