Who's Real? - Hooligan Hefs

Guess who's back? Drop the drums, here it comes, only got Two minutes to bounce, and every second counts Better press REC on your deck Here we go, set? Pass the Moët My trickery's more slippery when wet Wicked as I flip, don't trip, get a grip It'll kick, if the bass line's thick, it's a hit Everybody's got a mic now, it's like a hobby But more like a job, 'cause bootleggers tryin' to rob me And little man wants to be a rap, star Make papes, hit skins, drive a fat car It ain't easy, sleazy even Deceivin' those we believe in No benefits, just tricks and chicks Knock a pig to pick, so here's a stick to lick I shoot a gift, 'til there ain't none left And if I find that the track sound deaf I catch wreck 'til I lose my breath That's how it goes in the land of broke I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough Now I suppose I'm the bad guy, why? I say, "Hi," and try to stay high Life's a mess don't stress, test Of givin' but be thankful that you're livin', blessed Guess who's back, comin' back with the track supplied By Special Ed and Ak, comin' right and exact I'm fightin' it back but now I snap, where they at? When it's time to go to combat, guess who's back "Yes I'm back" "2Pac is" (back) "Yes I'm back" "2Pac is" (back) "Yes I'm back" "2Pac is" (back) "Yes I'm back" "2Pac is" (back) Drop the drums, here it comes, only got One minute to bounce, and every second counts I went from hustlin' dicks to makin' hits, bustin' flicks Now I'm sure to be rich for ninety-six I pull my 'capes on tapes, and make papes Trace the bass, to the tape with the baddest bass to date I try to shake it but the pace is hard to break Good thoughts I wait, 'cause they hate my black tape Yeah, it's on, and it's packed in the rap race But if you got a black face, it's a rat race I struggle to be rugged and raw, Dukes Tryin' to survive in the trials and lawsuits Everybody wants to test me, why me? No lie, niggas cried when they try me Givin' up the roughness, justice I'ma bust as I'm rippin up 'nough hits And guess who's back? No longer trapped 'Cause I snapped on the ones that held me back, feel the contact Ride the track, get a grip as I flip Ghetto wickedness I kick, guess who's back? "Yes I'm back" "2Pac is" (back) "Yes I'm back" "2Pac is" (back) "Yes I'm back" "2Pac is" (back) "Yes I'm back" "2Pac is" (back) "Yes I'm back" "2Pac is" (back) "Yes I'm back" "2Pac is" (back) "Yes I'm back" Yes I'm back, 'cause I never did front

The girls can stay, send their boyfriends home (who is gonna be there?) Yeah (just check on this) The girls can stay, send their boyfriends home I don't wanna see snaps, put away those phones Yeah The girls can stay, send their boyfriends home I don't wanna see snaps, put away those phones I just wanna see a big bum shakin' for the bros I'm leavin' with one or I might take both Or is that too greedy? She don't wanna leave me Don't need strobe lights, my wrist is beamin' Give her a tissue, her nose is bleedin' It's early in the mornin' but it's back to the PM, leanin' Yeah, it's corona season But we still party like it's a weekend (Yeah, it's corona season) (But we still party like it's a weekend) Yeah, it's corona season But we still party like it's a weekend (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) Yeah, it's corona season But we still party like it's a weekend There's no pills to fix this virus I'm way too sick, doin' up all-nighters Cancel my plans and all of my priors Sun comes up and everyone's silent Why so quiet? It's back-to-back Quick catnap then it's back-to-back There's another bong that I don't get back So we might as well turn this room to a trap I just wanna see a big bum shakin' for the bros I just wanna kick it in my slippers and robe Noise complaints go out the window 'Til the wheels fall off, all day, let's go Yeah, it's corona season But we still party like it's a weekend (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) Yeah, it's corona season But we still party like it's a weekend