Tha Dogg Pound – Reality ft Tray Dee

Highly talented American Music duo, Tha Dogg Pound join efforts with Tray Dee to create this incredible song titled “Reality”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 15 on their top charting album project called “Dogg Food” was officially released on 31 October 1995.

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LYRICS

What is reality?

Motherfuckers out here don’t know shit

They ain’t tryin to know shit

Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent

Get my motherfuckin paper

You don’t think so? Well then fuck you hoe

Cause I’m ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit

Gotta get paid motherfucker

[Kurupt]

Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team

When it seems to be reality is just a dream

Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die

When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise

So, I tote a fo’-fo’ with hollow tips

While my mind tellin me ‘should I not’, or ‘should I peel it?’

What I represent God only knows what lies for myself

Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth

Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life

Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life

Will money be the root of my destruction?

Without the money I can’t even seem to function

[Dat Nigga Daz]

Now there’s, nowhere, for me, to turn

There’s nowhere for me to hide from reality

As complex as the situation gets

I remain I maintain, ain’t that much strain

To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain

Ahh shit, I don’t believe this

Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist

But ain’t that much twistin in existance

And this is how you show me love

It shows me exactly what money’s capable of

Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin

and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies

(all my homies) for jackers only

Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me

I’m back with the fifth of Henn

Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again

Now there’s, nowhere, for me, to turn

There’s nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)

[x2]

[Dat Nigga Daz]

I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games

in the world of madness, will my composure be the same

Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground

a lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found

Life ain’t what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes

on the hood full of cash don’t wanna blast for the green

These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up

for what, a simple nut, a simple fuck

[Kurupt]

Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances

to survive in nineteen ninety-five

So I got nineteen ninety-five ways

to survive nowadays

Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again

cause I’ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again

out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me

It irks me, strenuous controversy

What’s next on the list to complete

after all this shit that popped off on the street

And all eyes on me, but I won’t change sides

Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)

It’s time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)

[Tray Dee]

Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me

Leave em layin stiff if they ain’t on IV’s (beep, beep)

I beez the hardest, regardless fool

Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel

Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch

Then I’m on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that’s right)

It’s no remorse when you cross my course

I’m not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports

Don’t resorts, to thinkin you could get with this

Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss

Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.

B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be

Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth

Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth

til I die, you wonder why it ain’t no secret

Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit

Now there’s, nowhere, for me, to turn

Nowhere for me to hide from reality [x3 in woman’s voice (Rage?)]

[continues with variations]