Verse -Trash Dog]
Real G's strait outta the west side,
Cuz if you in the hood then you know it's the best side,
Wanna mess with the Trash D-O-G? C'mon, let's fight.
Them police know I'm trouble, I think they can sense it,
I'm defending my home, nah I don't need to fence it,
Wanna catch me, but the only crack they'll find is my [A] pressed against it.
It may say it in the name but I ain't trash,
I'm high on that good stuff but I'm low on that cash,
Get this dog in the ring and I'm ready to smash,
Any [N] who messes with me walks out with a rash,
So me and Jiggy take some powder outta my stash.
Yeah,
[Chorus -Trash Dog]
When I'm in the room the place is crawling with real G's (Yeah,)
You say you all that, nah u ain't really, (Uh huh,)
Suck it up [B], I don't give a [F] if I hurt yo feelings, (That's right,)
Yo [A] is to weak to go toe to toe with real G's. (Real G's, real G's [MF])
(x2)
[Verse -Jiggy J]
Yeah, Jiggy J in the house, gonna say a little something,
A lot of fake people out there, their albums gettin very little bumping.
Trump ain't the only one who wants your weak [A] deported,
I ain't trying to be nice, don't give a [S] if I get reported,
You get triggered at all that stuff we snorted,
I got my career started, took my lyrics and got that [S] recorded.
I started this stuff, Milla, Lil T, there's a long rapper list,
I'm in shape, you got an extra 200 pounds and a fat [A] wrist,
Hmm, let me see, what have I missed...
Oh yeah, you ain't a real G and we know it, and I'm [P]ed.
There's an epidemic of fake people, and me and Trash got the formula,
Jiggy J laying some bars down for California.
[Chorus -Trash Dog]
When I'm in the room the place is crawling with real G's (Yeah,)
You say you all that, nah u ain't really, (Uh huh,)
Suck it up [B], I don't give a [F] if I hurt yo feelings, (That's right,)
Yo [A] is to weak to go toe to toe with real G's. (Real G's, real G's [MF])
(x2)
[Verse -Trash Dog]
I do em both, the leaves or the powder,
And you know how your wife is missing, well I found her,
She's sitting in my bed, asking me to pound her,
She said for me to tell you that you look like a flounder,
Don't hear what I'm saying? Let me say it a little bit louder.
"Aye yo what's up I'm MC in Lunatic", nah you just a gay MC,
You fake [N] think you cool cuz you eat KFC,
Wanna see a real G? It's called Trash D-O-G.
That's strange cuz your name says Mc, thought you'd eat McDonald's,
Probably just says that cuz that's where you lived, your ego just got bottled.
A bottle of coke, but I like the kind you snort, not drink,
Making a name for myself, looking at a real G.
[Chorus -Trash Dog]
When I'm in the room the place is crawling with real G's (Yeah,)
You say you all that, nah u ain't really, (Uh huh,)
Suck it up [B], I don't give a [F] if I hurt yo feelings, (That's right,)
Yo [A] is to weak to go toe to toe with real G's. (Real G's, real G's [MF])
(x2)
