That's what the f**k I'm talkin' about

That real s**t n***a'

Living room packed

Laid back on the flow

N***az 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

N***az 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 n***az 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

And that's real

N***a gotta keep my s**t real

Lettin' punk n***az know how the f**k I feel

P***y a*s n***az always want to be around

A n***a like ren when I put that real s**t 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 n***az 'round the way don't give a d**n about a gang truce

But I gotta lotta love for my people

And like they ain't tryin'

N***az just keep dyin'

I won't be like most n***az 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 a*s in the parkin' lot

'Cause handkerchief headed n***az come around fakin'

Braggin' 'bout that money they be makin'

Boot lickin' butt dancin' n***az just better chill

Before I tell 'em how I feel and that's real

Yeah uh

Break it down

All y'all busta a*s n***az

Do it like this 1995

Uh yeah

Come all y'all fake a*s n***az 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 b***hin'

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