Artist: Rob G f/ Trae Album: How You Like Me Now 12" Song: How You Like Me Now Typed by: no1wammy@hotmail.com Chorus: Kane Beats "How you like me now, cause I'm real" "How you like me" "How you like me now, cause I'm real" "How you like me" "How you like me now, cause I'm real" "How you like me" "How you like me now, cause I'm real" "How you like me" Repeat Chorus [Verse 1: Rob G] Now tell me How you like me now, cause I'm real (I'm real) You see I was that before I got a deal (Before the deal) Now this is Rob G, I don't lie to chill (Never that) Now let me tell the world exactly how I feel (Let's GO) You see I'm thinkin' that it's 'bout the time, I been gettin' down for mine Makin' sure the south is mine, thinkin' that you out your mind All I do is speak the truth, everytime I hit the booth Look around and see the proof, reach the hood, I'll reach for you Damn right, a real muh'fucker, go 'head and glance twice I don't rap about my dreams, I rap about my damn life Stackin' my paper, want me to rap 'bout my paper My credit sucks, my bills are bad, but I'll just pay it off later I ain't broke, though, you know I got that hood money But Uncle Sam just be knowin' about that good money So when I tell you I can get the 'ye I don't be sayin' it Cause this rhymin' with some shit I say I just sold a brick today Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 2: Trae] R.I.P. the hoe, so I swang a popo grill Made it out the hood, but I'm in the hood Leather so soft, yeah, I like the way it feel Hoppin' out fresh, like I signed a million dollar deal Yeah, I'm the truth, '84, sittin' on the truck Haters on my nuts, while I'm ridin' with a Cuban slut Or I can do the drop, trunk up Fifth-eighth Doors hoppin' fly, while I'm sittin' on some sick paint Customize, I'm Johnny, your shit H Nose in the air, actin' like my shit don't stank I'm the king of the streets, so I'm top rank (???) from the whips, and I can roll where ya block can't I walk nice, and my whips, they shoot up Beatin' so hard, it'll make you throw your food up A.B.S. still red, black and blue'ed up And we don't wanna hear it if it never been smold with blood Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 3: Rob G] Now you can tell I'm real by the way I be walkin', real by the way I be actin' Real by the way I be talkin', real by the way I be rappin' Man I feel, throbbin' like a chandelier Thought that I would blow it like a Cavalier Now you keep a camera near Cause you know you in the presense of a star I'm still hood, love to keep my weapon in my drawer The rapper's rapper, took a path that's faster Where respect come first, and the cash is after From Coasta Lia Got 'em shook, I'm here Damn near became a legend in my city in a year So you like Actin' like you don't know who I It's Rob G, the hottest four letters since July Yep It's the new guy, higher than the blue sky Lot of dudes rappin', and I do not have a clue why XXL said, "We dead," NO SUCKA Go back and see the issue that got Wayne on the cover Tell me Repeat Chorus Twice