[ VERSE 1: KAM ]
Watts Up, DJ Quik and KAM, damn, another dynamic duo
What, I thought you knew, oh
It`s on and poppin with my nigga from Compton
Eastside hoo-ride and it ain`t no stoppin
Hoppin the toys and poppin the boys
Cause see the West Coast test most rookie-ass decoys
So fuck what they goin through
Because I`m stayin pro-black on this track that I`m flowin to
So go and do your dirt but don`t get yourself hurt
Let you KAM show you how to pop a devil, then skirt
It`s on like that as if you didn`t know
They say life is a gamble, yeah? So what they hittin foe?
I`m gettin mo` money, no honey, I don`t want a white companion
Leap the _Grand Canyon_
Shots, I gots to have me a Sister Souljah
Told you last single I don`t mingle, tramp, so vamp
( *DJ Quik cuts up* )
(That`s my nigga) (nigga) (nigga)
[ DJ Quik ]
That`s my nigga
[ VERSE 2: KAM ]
It`s goin on to the break of dawn just like that
So roll up your sleeve and let me strike up a tat
I`m showin pride for my side, you wonder which God
I represent the sun, moon and star
A `mad dog` spelled backwards since I was a pup, huh? (Yup)
So don`t forget it when I hit it up
I lit it up and had people sayin goddamn
But now it`s never unusual to spot KAM
I`m just a regular nigga who ain`t bigger than nobody else
I can`t hack it, homie, don`t put no jacket on me
Yeah, it`s all good and I probably should care
But see, I`m from the hood, I`m not no Hollywood Square
So it`s rare to see a rap nigga stayin down
Without losin touch or do too much playin `round
But I be damned if I`ma let a TV tell me who`s who
Cause I`m a real nigga just like you
( *DJ Quik cuts up* )
(That`s my nigga) (nigga) (nigga)
[ DJ Quik ]
That`s my nigga
[ VERSE 3: KAM ]
So now I`m kickin it with DJ Quik
Street Knowledge, Hit Squad, Dogg Pound or any other black clique
And you can bet your grip there`s no set-trip involved
Let`s hope all that shit was resolved
Out with the old, in with the new improved gee
Cause ain`t no set-trip wet lip service ever moved me
Come at us right and you might get love
Come at us wrong and it`s on, I break you off a doub
Ain`t nothin to lose except some excess baggage
You ain`t payin no dues, we`ll be takin your cabbage
So the average Joe, you know the whole routine
We gon` be pattin down the pockets of them old blue jeans
So welcome to the ????? everything is real here
Where little locs`ll take a shot and not feel fear
Straight soldiers layin in the cut like a knife
Peace to the gees and Islam for life
( *DJ Quik cuts up* )
(That`s my nigga) (nigga) (nigga)
[ DJ Quik ]
That`s my nigga
