Rob Kelly - The Real Thing lyrics

I tell 'em this is my comeback I don't care if it's your wife you can run that Tell that other fool get a dunce-cap Talkin bout how he's livin well I does that And I run rap, So I bun that Inhale to my lungs black And my last jam locked off the airwaves big so my hands Out lookin.. where the funds at? Rob Kelly I'm a boss I tell a chick like this get lost And there ain't enough room in the spotlight so could ya Please get off Mr Lock off the dancehall, girls them shock out on the dancefloor So don't talk about he's got sk**s He's alright but he's not real Chorus If I can't have you, I don't want knowbody baby Boy it's got to be you I don't need no substitute I need the real thing I been holdin on, I been lookin for the real thing Waiting patiently I never stopped believing, say I'm chasing Rainbows living in a dream, boy you're still my fantasy I'm never giving in I'll tell you why If I can't have you, I don't want knowbody baby Boy it's got to be you I don't need no substitute I need the real thing I wanna wifey, but a good one Like salpa but a hood one (Georgia) f** a Rolex I got a FLUD one And my weapon of choice is a spudgun And I wave it a hoodlum so don't be dumb dun I give one one o per cent out of a tonne when I'm goin in hard with a Young one Rob Kelly I'm the king, I can do it in the bar or the ring And I really don't care if that's your bird cos I go hard in the thing Mr lock up your daughters, bring another lamb to the slaughter I'm only saying how I feel, he's alright but he's not real