| It’s me, DD, ha, talk how you feel | 
| Talk how you feel if it’s real | 
| It’s me, DD (So whatcha sayin', homie?) | 
| Talk how you feel; talk how you feel if it’s real | 
| Freedom of speech, that’s how I speak, it ain’t no punkin' out | 
| And ain’t no punk in me, the capitalized double D | 
| But now I’m off track, let’s step back and get to the realness | 
| My words might hurt, that’s what I want for you to feel this | 
| And as I speak, lean back, relax, fire up | 
| That boo bomb, that chron chron, that major skunk, punk | 
| And feel high, like the clouds up in the sky | 
| No tricks played, ‘cause you don’t wanna mess up a brotha’s day | 
| What’s on my chest, I’m speaking it loud like I’m possessed | 
| What’s next? Time to flex, grab my Tec and straight plex, sucka | 
| I got the feeling, ain’t no punk as sexual healing | 
| I’m getting further ‘cause I spinned the wheel and took a deal | 
| And now I’m major, got the hoes just blowing up my pager | 
| They want a job, they wanna work, here goes my wages | 
| Everything under tuck up under the table | 
| I’m able, to give you really more than what you’re capable | 
| But I’ma talk just how I know, just how I feel | 
| It’s me, the double D from the Town, on the real | 
| Talk how you feel, hold your nuts in your hands | 
| Girls, grab your tits and say, «We don’t give a damn» | 
| Talk how you feel, hold your nuts in your hands | 
| Girls, grab your tits and say, «We don’t give a damn» | 
| That’s real, talk how you feel, don’t be no mizark | 
| And if it gets further than that, the sun goes down, it’s diznark | 
| I’m making my team speak, the only thing they speak is heat | 
| You wanna feel? Well, here’s some heat into your Levi jeans | 
| Oh I, want you to understand that I | 
| Slam like Bamm Bamm, tax hoes like Uncle Sam | 
| Purified like water, but um, don’t ask your daughter | 
| ‘Cause she’s doing things she never did before for me | 
| Slangin' that ass from door to door, ya know | 
| ‘Cause that’s the type of hoe that I was into | 
| Selling that ass, making that cash, and bringing it home to da-da, huh | 
| But I’ma talk just how I know, just how I feel | 
| It’s me, the double D from the Town, on the real… on the real | 
| Talk how you feel, hold your nuts in your hands | 
| Girls, grab your tits and say, «We don’t give a damn» | 
| Talk how you feel, hold your nuts in your hands | 
| Girls, grab your tits and say, «We don’t give a damn» | 
| Yeah, it ain’t no such thing as keeping your mouth shut when you’re talking | 
| Vice versa, versa vice-a, alright-a | 
| ‘Cause funk straight jump when you’re on the corner | 
| Drinking 40's with your homies and you’re looking hella phony | 
| Then a car pulls up—who could it be? | 
| I grab my thang, pull it out, and back myself up 55th, that’s how I feel | 
| Yeah, but it lyin' just to kick it no more | 
| No gold helicopters, it’s hella choppers and more dough | 
| Now everybody want their props | 
| That’s why I watch Cops to see what brothas doing on other spots | 
| Why not smarter, play the part-a, games’ll get you bucked | 
| But your mouth’ll get you slugs if you corrupt—enough is enough | 
| Oh yeah, I know exactly what you mean, Num Num | 
| Here they come, them suckas that be lying just for fun | 
| I won’t run, because I like to talk just how I feel | 
| It’s me, the double D from the Town, on the real, yeah | 
| You know just how I feel (How you feel, Dru Down?) | 
| It’s like me on the wheel | 
| You know I feel (Let me know how you feel, Dru Down) | 
| Double D on the real |