`That`s what the fuck I`m talkin` about
That real shit nigga`
Living room packed, laid back on the flow
Niggaz can`t see me on the madden with Frisco
I`m runnin` fools straight to the dirt
While my man Train talkin` on the phone, the evil curse
Niggaz waste gas drivin` down the same streets
And hood rats wishin` for the passenger seats
Flag `em down, like they flaggin` down to get a taxi
Too good to ride a bus, drinkin` is a must
Another day kickin` back, the scientist is hard at work
Thinkin` how to get paid, kickin` back in the shade
Or call Will and Temple where my homie down by Zeenie
With the bald head it`s too hot for the beanie
Sittin` on the porch niggaz run the stop sign
Hookers sell they bodies `round the way ain`t hard to find
Right in the corner of McDonald`s parkin` lot
Peepin` out their hair `cause that spot is hot
And that`s real
(CHORUS)(2x)
Nigga gotta keep my shit real
Lettin` punk niggaz know how the fuck I feel
Pussy ass niggaz always wanna be around
A nigga like Ren when I put that real shit down
Randy up the street cuttin` up the fresh fade
And Compton P.D. around the corner `bout to raid
The yellow helicopter hangin` `round like a gnat
And hood rats yellin` out a car where the party at
My robbin` train go and get a duce
And niggaz `round the way don`t give a damn about a gang truce
But I gotta lotta love for my people
And like they ain`t tryin`, niggaz just keep dyin`
I won`t be like most niggaz and just come
And shoot my video in Compton and disappear for a year
We make fools like that shake the spot
One for the treble jack yo ass in the parkin` lot
`Cause handkerchief headed niggaz come around fakin`
Braggin` `bout that money they be makin`
Boot lickin` butt dancin` niggaz just better chill
Before I tell `em how I feel and that`s real
(CHORUS)
Yeah, uh, break it down
All y`all busta ass niggaz
Do it like this, 1995
Uh, yeah, come all y`all fake ass niggaz to this
Goin` to the pad hit the beach up on the pager
Here comes Korleone up the street in the mini-Blazer
While the dominoes start to get shakin`
The same time that the barbique start bakin`
I don`t eat swine, but I take a turkey burger
I can`t fade worms, that books` full of terms
Homies pass by, some stop and conversate
On a gang a topics we start to debate
On why in black neighborhoods is always towed down
And white neighborhoods ain`t one piece a trash `round
So we gotta do for self and quit bitchin`
Recycle black dollars so we can roll Impalas
Every street got their own rap artist
On every cover every brother got a gun tryin` to look the hardest
But some deserve a slap `cause they laid down they strap
When they hear that`s a rap and that`s real
(CHORUS)
