℗ 2017 Simco Ltd. under exclusive license to Epic Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment
Released on: 2018-01-12
Associated Performer: Camila Cabello feat. Young Thug
Bass, Piano, Programmer, Composer, Lyricist: Adam Feeney
Background Vocal, Composer, Lyricist: Pharrell Williams
Composer, Lyricist: Brittany Hazzard
Background Vocal: Starrah
Composer, Lyricist: Ali Tamposi
Composer, Lyricist: Brian Lee
Keyboards, Composer, Lyricist: Kaan Gunesberk
Saxophone: Leland Whitty
Composer, Lyricist: Andrew Watt
Trumpet: Tom Moffett
Trumpet: Serafin Aguilar
Producer: Frank Dukes
Misc. Prod.: Matt Beckley
Composer, Lyricist: Louis Bell
Recording Engineer: Mike Gaydusek
Recording Engineer: Robbie Soukiasyan
Recording Engineer: Kyle Mann
Recording Engineer: Martin Gray
Assistant Engineer: Marco Falcone
Assistant Engineer: Sean Madden
Assistant Engineer: Henry Guevara
Mixing Engineer: Jaycen Joshua
Assistant Engineer: David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer: Ivan Jimenez
Mastering Engineer: Kevin Peterson
℗ A Republic Records release; ℗ 2016 UMG Recordings, Inc.
Released on: 2016-05-20
Producer: Max Martin
Producer, Programmer: Ilya
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Serban Ghenea
Studio Personnel, Editor: Peter Karlsson
Studio Personnel, Engineer: Sam Holland
Studio Personnel, Engineer: John Hanes
Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Tom Coyne
Associated Performer, Background Vocalist: Savan Kotecha
Composer Lyricist: Savan Kotecha
Composer Lyricist: Ariana Grande
Composer Lyricist: Alexander Kronlund
Composer Lyricist: Ilya
Composer Lyricist: Max Martin
Eazy E — Real Muthaf**kin Gs music video feat. Dresta and B.G. Knocc Out.
Real Muthaphukkin Gs peaked at #42 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 chart, becoming Eazy-Es highest charting single as a solo artist. The track debuts brothers B.G. Knocc Out and Dresta, protégés of Eazy-E.
Lyrics:
Compton, Compton, Compton
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin Gs
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin Gs
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin Gs
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin Gs
Hey yo, Doctor, heres another proper track
And its phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real s*** provoke
See, yous a wannabe loc, and youll get smoked, and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin me
The same records that you makin is payin me
M*therf**k Dre! M*therf**k Snoop! M*therf**k Death Row!
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause Im the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real M*therf**kin Gs in
Youre like a kid, you found a pup, and now youre dapper
But tell me, where the f*** you found an anorexic rapper?
Talkin bout who you gon squabble with and who you shoot
Youre only sixty pounds when youre wet and wearin boots
(Damn, E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day)
But Dre Day only meant Eazys payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So, n***a please, n***a please
Dont step to these M*therf**kin real Gs
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (Whats up?)
Boy, you shouldve known by now
Every day its a new rapper claimin to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer than a b***h but portray the role of gangsta
Aint broke a law in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
Just take a good look at the n***a and youll capture
The fact that the b**tard is simply just an actor
Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
Of n****s in Compton, Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me, whos a witness to your f**kin work?
So you never had no bidness, so save the drama, j**k!
N****s straight kill me, knowin that they pranksters
This is goin out to you studio gangstas
See, I did dirt, put in work, and many n****s can vouch that
So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that
But n****s like you, I gotta hate ya
Cause Im just tired of suburbia n****s
Talkin about they come from projects
Knowin you aint seen the parts of the streets, G
Think you started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin khakis and mob while you rhyme
Little f** tried to sag, but youre floodin at the same time
And your set dont accept ya; scared to kick it with your homies
Cause you know they dont respect ya
So, n***a please, check nuts
Before you step to these muthaphuckkin real Gs
Well, its the Knocc Out, definition «Original baby gangsta»
Approach me like you hard, m*therf**ker, Ima bank ya
Shank ya, with my f***in shank, if I have to
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are f***in actors
Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
But this time youre dealin with some real m*therf**kers
Gs, n***a please, dont try to step
Cause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left
See, young n***as like me will break you off somethin
Claimin my city — but Dre, you aint from Compton
N***as like yall is what I call wannabes
And aint s**t compared to real muthaphuckkin Gs
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (Whats up?)
Boy, you shouldve known by now
I never met a O.G. who never did s**t wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now, n***a, its on
You and your Doggy Dogg think that yall hoggin s**t
Both of you b***hes can come and suck my Doggy d**k
Beatin up a b***h dont make you s**t, but then again
Some n***as think it makes a man
Damn, its a trip how a n***a could switch so quick
From wearin lipstick to smokin on chronic at picnics
And now you think youre bigger
But to me you aint nothin but a b***h-*ss n***a
That aint worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear you gettin treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeants directions
Or get your *ss pumped with the Smith
We used to be number 10
Now were permanent one,
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned.
Beat you so bad make you feel like you aint wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn.
Chicken George became Dead George stealin chickens from my farm.
Damn, Another dead pigeon
If your mafiosos then Im bringin on Haitian Sicilians
Nobodys shootin, my bodys made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade.
That sounds sick maybe one eday Ill write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA
Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
Whats going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like hes down with Mount Zion.
Oooh La La La, Its the way that we rock when were doing our thang
Oooh La La La, Its the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing