"Skit: RNR Ep2" lyrics - HAVOC

[Skit]
It's Real Nigga Rules!
-Yo, what up?
-Yo, what's up? This K.D. and let me tell you what you don't do. You don't invite me out to eat and then expect for me to pay for it. Please! Real Nigga Rules
-Watts up with it, man. It's Watts Homie Quan. Fellas, if you at the bar and you got a drink, take the goddamn straw out your cup. Okay? Bitches don't wanna see you suck on no straw. It's awkward when you try to look and find that motherfucker in the dark while you talkin' to me. That's not gangsta. We don't like that type of shit
-Attention, all you location taggin' ass motherfuckers. All you post depict every move you make types. I don't care if you wanna do that. But a lot of y'all be the same motherfuckers talkin' all that Mark of The Beast, New World Order chip shit. Talkin' about they trackin' us. Shut your ass up. You trackin' yourself. This a friendly PSA from your boy DJ EFN and The GUTTR
This has been another episode of Real Nigga Rules
It's Real Nigga Rules!
Once upon a time, a Prince asked a beautiful Princess, "Will you marry me?" The Princess said, "No!" And The Prince lived happily ever after and he rode motorcycles and fucked skinny, big-titted broads and hunted and fished whenever the fuck he wanted, and went to naked bars, and dated women half his age, and drank whiskey, beer, Captain Morgan, and snorted cocaine off strippers' asses, and never heard bitching, and never paid child support or alimony. And ate pussies and ass-fucked cheerleaders and kept his house and guns, and never got cheated on while he was at work, and all his friends and family thought he was fucking cool as hell, and he had tons of money in the bank, and he left the toilet seat up. The End