Real Brothas

[Intro: Dresta (B.G. Knocc Out)] Knock knock! (who's there?) Well it's the gang S-T-A-sta (the gangsta who?) [Verse 1: Dresta] Yo, it's your brother gangsta Dresta Open up the door so I can flow and let 'em know That me and B.G. Knocc is good to go to make the dough That's my little brother, that's my dawg, that's my nigga I'm the big brother cause I'm older and I'm bigger Here to clock the ends and hit the skins on the daily My little brother B.G. Knocc he drives the girlies crazy Close like buddies but yo he mo' than my brother We got two others and C. C. is our mother Grew up in Compton and the bootys on the west side Used to live in the east side but we chose the best side Had it kinda rough but that only made us tough We don't take much stuff, we kick up 'nough dust Trust no ho, or no man, shit can't even trust each other And even though I love her, it's hard for me to trust my mother And that's just the way we was raised back in the days Me, myself and I from the cradle to the grave Never had a daddy, damn right, I'm a bastard Momma was my daddy because daddy wasn't a factor Don't feel bad because I don't need a dad It's like this, I can't miss what I never had [Hook: Dresta (B.G. Knocc Out)] So niggady-Knocc can you come and wreck the set? (Yes!) So, won't you grab the microphone and flex next? (Yes!) [Verse 2: B.G. Knocc Out] Well it's the niggady Knocc ready to pop like a Glock With my brother D-R-E and we back on the block As these funky cluck hoes fuck all on the duck But for now my time is taken, so bitch you gets naythin Microphone check, hit the deck, if you can't take the heat Original baby gangsta's straight from the street With the beat that'll bump in the trunk of your shit So nigga bump this and I bet you bump a bitch With the quickness cos I'm quick to kick some dope shit K-N-O-double C-O-U-T will always make a hit And we'll never flip flop, always keep it hip hop A nigga dissin' on my bro, watch him fall like a drip drop From the faucet, show me the mic and watch me toss it And kick some derranged shit to make you think I've lost it Ah shit, I'm ready to rock I'm ready to roll and rock So give a nigga some room before I tick and I tock And explode like a bomb with the mic within my palm Won't you take a walk with me through the Compton Vietnam And let me show ya, fools much bolder A busta is a punk compared to a fuckin soldier Act like you know, I'm a pro with a hell of a flow Kickidy K to the O, ain't no motherfuckin joke, so Step to a loc and prepared to get smoked By me and my motherfuckin big bro [Hook: Dresta (B.G. Knocc Out)] So Gangsta Dresta can you come and wreck the set? (Yes!) So, won't you grab the microphone and flex next? (Yes!) [Verse 3: Dresta] Well here I am, once again it's the Dresta Straight outta Compton, original baby gangsta Quick to grab the microphone and come and start some conflict Never seen a convict, come and drop the bomb shit Take a good look because your lookin at a crook My life done been took, right outta Donald Owens book See I did the crime so I did the time But now I'm back out, packin my nine Scoopin up girls with the the swiftness And if its possible to stick 'em with the quickness, I'm with this I'll really don't need a girl but I do need a friend To give me some love, slap on the girlfriend hit the skins Packin the ends, payin' the bills with my skills Never hesitate to tell somebody how I feel Me and my brother Knocc be doin damage in the 90's I was down straight from '88 up to '93 That was like 5 years my little brother didn't have big bro Around to help lead him down the right path But I'm back out and we tighter than we've ever been Tryin' to make some ends so we can go where we never been [Hook: Dresta (B.G. Knocc Out)] So niggady-Knocc can you come and wreck the set? (Yes!) So, won't you grab the microphone and flex next? (Yes!) [Verse 4: Dresta (B.G. Knocc Out)] [Me and my nigga Knocc Out (We'll sock out a fool with no hesitation) And split him up like segregation (So when you stepping, you testing your luck) Yeah, fool and with nutter get your ass fucked up (So stay off the diznick, you little triznick) Knoccie niznick hit his ass with the pipe (Dre catch him with the right) Yeah, I'm a dog but I don't bark [B.G. Knocc Out / Dresta] We take a punk nigga to a park, bust caps in the mark Knocc and Dre here we go again, with the flow again From the West Side, C-O-M-P-T-O-N Compton, Compton is what niggas yelling And hoes on my diznick every time we belling Question after another, yo, we got the same mother Bitch, so we real brothers