[Camoflauge:] !@%&!

[Hook]

It's that real %#@!, Huh?
That real %#@!, What?
That real %#@!, And you can tell?

Cause flies all around it
It's that real %#@!, What?
That real %#@!, Huh?

That real %#@!, And you can tell?
Cause flies all around it


[Verse]
Man its that real %#@! (Smell that!)
I bet you won't (inhale that!)

Too long cause its strong like some weed outta ?
Y'all ^!$$%z know what it is
Boy ain't yo mamma told you bout playin with them project kids!

But you don't listen, now yo $$# missin
For runnin yo $#&@in mouth, and knowin you ain't no competition
I glisnin like diamonds, they rippin up %#@! when I'm rhyming,

Just like the sun I'm shinin, top of the charts is where I'm climbin
A red light means STOP! I run that %#@!!
Got ^!$$%z fiendin for some good dope

Gotta come back and get! Another hit of that bomb $$# music
%#@! don't love the way I do it!


[Hook: x2]

[Verse]

I'm ragin, cause ^!$$%z hatin, cause we makin,
Mail out the $$# better ask somebody I'm blazin
Hot like fire ^!$$% , you don't wanna try this ^!$$%!

Picture me rollin like 4 rims and 4 tires ^!$$%!
I'm bad like Michael? Jackson, Jordan, your pick
But any way you look at it I'm still the %#@!!

My click bringin em' pain! Rapin' the game!
Livin that life! Lovin the fame!
I'm $#&@in your dame! She givin up brain!

You kissin that hoe, when she ain't round I bet you missin that hoe
You better listen (bro!) I'm on a mutha $#&@in mission (whoa!)
To get rid of my opposition (Oh!) These ^!$$%s ain't no competition (No!)

Ain't on my level, and I ain't even 20 yet
^!$$%s in trouble, I'm blowin up like a balloon
And laughin at these clowns like a 3rd grader watchin cartoons.

(Laughs in the background)

[Hook x2]


[Verse 3]
It's that real %#@!, so feel me, like you feelin a stripper,

Ready to tip her, dick bout to bust out your zipper!
You know Camoflauge, the don, sippin perion
Smoking reefer, ridin round getting my fettin on

See these ^!$$%s playa hate me, but its all gravy cause
I PUTS IT DOWN LIKE A !#@(TY BABY!
Brought pain to the rap game, just like a 7 in a crap game

^!$$%s didn't understand what the $#&@ was happ'ning
%#@! went to sellin out the store like a crack house
Drought season! Good dope!

^!$$%s know I'm the ? Get in the booth and represent
And when I come out nobody go in there for 35 to 45 minutes!


[Hook x3]
[talk till fade]
S in heavy rotation even though we make them

Hits from the streets, Projects, Ghettos and gutters
And them thong wearin broads in the club shakin they buttux
Me, I'm slangin tapes like them hookers slangin they cut up

And just like the freak (*##$es i'm makin these ^!$$%s nut up
So What up (What up, What up)
And just like Trick Daddy say Uh Huh, Okay, (*##$ Shut UP!


[Chorus]


From the Jail House to the Crack House ^!$$%s Steal my %#@!
Put an alarm on my lyrics just in case my ^!$$%s try to steal my %#@!
I Spit like text, Good like sex, Pop my Tape in yo deck and u'll be high
like your on EX
Floatin' and %#@!, cuz I be spittin that potenent %#@!

Got em' coughin and chokin and %#@! watch how u talkin and %#@!
Grill gold teeted out
Eyes all reded out
Head all dreaded out
Kick %#@! like Jet-Li and Jackie Chan

I $#&@ over MC's Like they #~!!@ and im dingalang
When I spit these flows i'm out of control
Like a kindergardener diggin in his nose
And wipin the bugers off on yo close
I'm camoflauge man these ^!$$%s can't see me

Unless i'm at the mall walkin round drop the top down doin a show on TV
All he talks about is drugs, sex, and violence the black Slim Shady
Don't hate me cuz I put it down like a %#@!ty baby
Ya Smell Dat?


[Chorus]

Look I took my pen and pad
Rolled up every sheet I had
Bust up every gaurd in the car
Rolled up all the weed I had

Lit it, hit it, rolled it remembered it spit it
They mixed it mastered it manufactured Shifted
Promoted, the stores sold it, ^!$$%s robbed it and stole it
Hurry up dog pull it off yo tape deck it's too hot to hold it
They got drunk and weeded, ridin' round town in they trunks they beat it
They woofers WHAM WHAM, and they tweeters , Leada Leada
The way a $#&@ over the track it's like i miss treat it

Help writin a hit's like help $#&@in a (*##$ I Don't Need it.
I'm cool, no ice, das all gravy, No rice
Mr. Rogers wanted me to move in his neighborhood cuz my flows is so nice
Humptey dumptey sat on a wall Peter Piper picked a pepper
Yeah I sat on the curb wit a bag of herb and picked up a bad habit of gettin cheddar
Black beretta Tucked up under my Coogi Sweater
Man I ain't met a ^!$$% yet dat flow betta

^!$$% I puts it down

[Chorus]

[Camoflauge]
Ya smell dat
I puts it down like a %#@!ty baby

Ya'l smell dat
Dat real %#@!
Camoflauge the dog
Stictly for da streets
^!$$% i puts it down like a %#@!ty baby
Dat funky %#@!
Dat mutha$#&@in real %#@!, uncut %#@!, dat 912 %#@!

^!$$% ya smell dat
Savannah Georgia ^!$$%