What the Deal

Yeah, Funkdoobie in the house 1994, representing, keeping it real One time I stepped out the door and left undisturbed I made the beer run and saw them hookers on the curb Them pimps got the curls, rollers fancy fur coats Talking to the brothers in the alley The word of the party's at 7 and girls are with their babies Kids are playing handball and it's about 80 I rolled out with T-Funk in the t-bird, pump the t-bass Hell of course, then we made that u-turn The doobie got rolled up, the homies had showed up 'Cause we made a left and saw the liquor store hold up Stopped at the light, actin' like nothing happened We went about our way, brothers domino slappin' Pulled up on the side to see what girls were wearin' T popped the top and had all the hookers starin' On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner Brothas shootin c-lo, try to meet expenses Homies at the park tired, sleep on the benches Standin' buy the pay phone, make the call to Ralph M "Yo Ralph, what's up nigga?" "Yo what up dawg?" "What time you wanna get up tonight?" "Around 10" "Word" "Yo, what's all that noise in the back man?" Homies gettin' loud right in front of my buildin' The street lights came on, a cool breeze feelin' For the nights what I need, my aura feels specials What's up to my neighbors, the day had settled Brothers wanna hustle on the corner, schemin' Then I ran back and got ready for that evenin' On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner I'm at the party drunk and my homies look dusted The music was blastin', look here but what's this I hear about a hooker who wants to get with T-Funk The room was kinda hot, hallucinate and see 1 See 2 girls by the hallway, all day Staring at my grill, these females wanna play Girls, dim the lights and dance till the morning My crew was in the house, saw these hookers tip-toein' To the back with the homies, you know the rest It was late that night after everyone had left Some urled in the streets, others gave out their numbers I then grabbed my coat, had the ride home covered Leavin' with this girl from my block that I took I said peace to the homies, now I'm out to hit the hooker On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner