'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

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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

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