The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Fre Boosie, real nigga, in the jail standing tall like Shaquile nigga
I used to say, I know how you feel nigga
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
Had my hood hating now they came up
I don't know if it's the money or the fake stuff
Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked
Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up
Friends turn to foes when you in a Rolls
Model bitches turnin' hoes 'cause a nigga froze
Got them people taking pictures let a nigga pose
'Cause I get paid from reading scripts, you ain't getting shows
Poppin' bottles it sound like a mac-10
Better be soaked in it when I'm back in
I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston
And I ain't got an album man, I got these niggas falling off
I'm gone
Shout out to the real niggas, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
Shout out to the real niggas, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
Yeah,bought a chopper for my problems that banana type
Seen a millie now it's hard for me to sleep at night
I'm the type to flug a rollie like there's no means
Barely all my niggas ball like I'm mister Clean
From the bottoms to the top I made it out the gutter
I'm 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter
Used to run the streets but not I'm running every summer
Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover
Feelings open and about that phantom on my cocky ass
Know they hatin' I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags
You'll be with them pretty bitches favour stacy dash
Puff my rollie,cost me 80 that's gon' make 'em mad
Free my niggas Large, free my nigga Cage
Fuck the system yeah you know we on the same page
niggas love it when you drowning in that water dawg
Hate to see a nigga shining like some marmaro
Loyalty over royalty that's my camelot
We the best of lover on 'em with my fucking boss
He just tell me murder niggas would think of holocaust
Killer high, the junkie in it what you niggas thought
Shout out to the real niggas, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
Shout out to the real niggas, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
It took a half of ill nigga half the bank nigga
If you want to whip pussy nigga blunt nigga
And I put that red dot right what you think nigga
Hood nigga still went to bilincs nigga
I'm on the ave nigga riding in a curly ass
You that talking nigga you know you a pussy
A real nigga real life, no rap shit
And I can promise you this ain't what you want bitch
Dialed me and still ain't a real nigga
'Cause I'm in the tubies and the gutter with the real niggas
When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga
And we some kid to tell you that we the real nigga
And they ain't telling none of my young nigga to cheat a nigga
We all shooters nigga and all us on the pills nigga
Ain't got a yacht nigga the size of Shaquille nigga
And before you try anything you better writer your will nigga
Shout out to the real niggas, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
Shout out to the real niggas, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
I used to say, I know how you feel nigga
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
Had my hood hating now they came up
I don't know if it's the money or the fake stuff
Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked
Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up
Friends turn to foes when you in a Rolls
Model bitches turnin' hoes 'cause a nigga froze
Got them people taking pictures let a nigga pose
'Cause I get paid from reading scripts, you ain't getting shows
Poppin' bottles it sound like a mac-10
Better be soaked in it when I'm back in
I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston
And I ain't got an album man, I got these niggas falling off
I'm gone
Shout out to the real niggas, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
Shout out to the real niggas, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
Yeah,bought a chopper for my problems that banana type
Seen a millie now it's hard for me to sleep at night
I'm the type to flug a rollie like there's no means
Barely all my niggas ball like I'm mister Clean
From the bottoms to the top I made it out the gutter
I'm 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter
Used to run the streets but not I'm running every summer
Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover
Feelings open and about that phantom on my cocky ass
Know they hatin' I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags
You'll be with them pretty bitches favour stacy dash
Puff my rollie,cost me 80 that's gon' make 'em mad
Free my niggas Large, free my nigga Cage
Fuck the system yeah you know we on the same page
niggas love it when you drowning in that water dawg
Hate to see a nigga shining like some marmaro
Loyalty over royalty that's my camelot
We the best of lover on 'em with my fucking boss
He just tell me murder niggas would think of holocaust
Killer high, the junkie in it what you niggas thought
Shout out to the real niggas, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
Shout out to the real niggas, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
It took a half of ill nigga half the bank nigga
If you want to whip pussy nigga blunt nigga
And I put that red dot right what you think nigga
Hood nigga still went to bilincs nigga
I'm on the ave nigga riding in a curly ass
You that talking nigga you know you a pussy
A real nigga real life, no rap shit
And I can promise you this ain't what you want bitch
Dialed me and still ain't a real nigga
'Cause I'm in the tubies and the gutter with the real niggas
When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga
And we some kid to tell you that we the real nigga
And they ain't telling none of my young nigga to cheat a nigga
We all shooters nigga and all us on the pills nigga
Ain't got a yacht nigga the size of Shaquille nigga
And before you try anything you better writer your will nigga
Shout out to the real niggas, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
Shout out to the real niggas, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I'm poppin' bottles with my real niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Shout Out To The Real Lyrics as written by Orlando Tucker Robert Williams
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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