"Keep It Real [Tell Me]" as written by Michael Johnson and Miguel Collins....
Ay, motherfucker
Yo, funk doc, my man musiq, check it out

It's the doctor Bombay, da yellow hombre
Spotted like kwame for smackin' a blind date for scratchin' my Hyundai
It's doc way, don't like it, then move on
The bullshitter push a Yukon with bullhorns
Arguin', what the fuck we doin?
Starin' eye to eye like, who the fuck we screwin'?
Here take these nickel bags and deduct your doin'
With knicks I can't ball so who snuck me ewing?
No ice with no blue and, tires with no shoe and
Cribs with no boo in, pockets like I'm jewish
Tight, I'm an aries born in April
That means my attitude is I'm born to hate you
Now let's get it gritty
I'll doggy style while you watching "sex and the city"
My palms on your titties
I'll bomb yo' committee, if y'all midi
I treat your girl like spades and walk off with the kitty
Kitty, kitty

Tell me why, when I, saw you the, other day
You spoke to me as if I was your best friend or sum'
But when today I tried to say whassup and you walked on by
You had nothin' to say to me then
Now how come when I be seein', you chillin'
All by yourself
You, always actin' like you know me
And act like you don't when you're around someone work on my nerves

Oh tell me what is on your mind tell me, what you wanna do
Tell me, how you feel about me so I know how to deal with you
Because, people like you really without them I can do
All you, fake frontin' motherfuckers

Sometimes, I can't even understand why you'd even
Bother to pass my way no
Cause, dealin' with you kinda makes me wonder
Exactly where yeah does my time go (and no, no)
I can't believe the things that you be doin' for me
Knowin' in yo' heart you don't really mean to, no
Why ya, tryin' to get over with yo' shuckin' and jivin'
When the, only person gettin' hurt is you, oh

What is on yo' mind, tell me what you wanna do
Tell me, how you feel about me so I know how to deal with you
Because, people like you really without them I can do
All you, fake frontin' motherfuckers

Nah nah nah nah girl you wrong, you wrong, no no no
Almost from the door you ain't shit
I want the bracelet, the necklace, the anklet
That foot spa with the nail and toe paint kit
That half a pound I loaned your pops he ain't flip
That itch your boyfriend keeps gaultier sniff, y'all good together
When y'all tongue kiss y'all suckin' my wood together
Fallin in love, I won't do it; cause some of these women
Their clothes look so good, but they act stupid

Next time, that you see me, walkin' down the street
Don't even bother to speak, don't even bother, no
Cause, if it ain't genuine then ah, don't waste my time
Cause um, I can't deal if you can't, keep it real

What is on yo' mind, tell me what you wanna do
Tell me, how you feel about me so I know how to deal with you
Because, people like you really without them I can do
All you, fake frontin' motherfuckers
All you, fake frontin' motherfuckers
All you, fake frontin' motherfuckers
All you


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"Keep It Real (Tell Me)" as written by Courtney Fitzgerald Pine

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