Lyrics Die Antwoord

Die Antwoord

Shit Just Got Real

Yeah, haha

It's another one of them old funky Cyprus Hill thangs

(Woah, we got a live one here)

Everybody wanna be a gangster

(So you wanna be a gangster, homes?)

'Til it's time to do gangster shit

('Sup, What you wanna do? Puto make a move)

You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy

(Put up or shut up)

Shit just got real up in this bitch

(Shit just got real)

Sen Dog, the fucking OG

Bucket hat low, yo I keep it low key

Puffin' (?) shit smell so sweet

Big weed cloud smoking up your whole street

Cypress Soul Assassins on the creep

Where we come from, yeah the Vatos roll deep

(?)thick homie don't sleep

Sip, sipping light beer, I don't fuck with Olde E

Ease back, you're standing too close homie

What the fuck you want, homes? You don't know me

Jumpin' right at the speed of light, make you go to sleep

Wake up nose bleeding and you got no teeth

Everybody wanna be a gangster

(So you wanna be a gangster, homes?)

'Til it's time to do gangster shit

('Sup? What you wanna do? Puto make a move)

You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy

(Put up or shut up)

Shit just got real up in this bitch

This one time me and Yolandi was

Driving down the road smoking some herb

Through the fucking streets of Johannesburg

When I'm zef side I always roll strapped

In a matte black Scubie with a matte black gat

Subwoofer in the trunk, kicking to the bass

Now I got this fuckin .38 stickin in my waist

So I pull out my gat and I leave it on my lap

On the zef side of town now speeding to the left

Stop at the light round the corner from my pad

Who's this knocking at my window?

Nigga pointing at my front wheel says I got a flat

My window's real mother fucking black

So I can see him but he can't see me back

He put a gun on my window and go tap tap tap

So I picked up the matte black gat on my lap

And I said 'Yolandi, can you please lean back?'

(?) ma sa poes

Jou so fokken nai

Zef 'til I'm dead

Yeah you're gonna die

Fokkol

(Shit just got real)

Everybody wanna be a gangster

(So you wanna be a gangster, homes?)

'Til it's time to do gangster shit

(Sup? What you wanna do? Puto make a move)

You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy

(Put up or shut up)

Shit just got real up in this bitch

(Shit just got real)