Down Fa Mine

[ VERSE 1: KAM ] Well, it's the 1 to the 9 with the 9 to the 4 And I thought you knew the drill but you still don't hear me doe KAM and Watts Up from the grassroots No Daisy Dukes shit, knockin crazy-ass boots Nigga please, we kick it like gees Puttin down work when I lurk, don't even sneeze (up the gold D's) That's just the Eastside way of gettin chips When you're raised up dealin with the Dogs and the Ribs New cars get tagged, riders get wrecked Niggas' caps get peeled back and chins get checked Don't expect no love or no apology The kids ain't fallin for your child psychology In nine and fo mindin yo business was the best bet Screamin 'Watts Riot', we ain't even made a mesh yet You shouldn't speak with a weak heart You gots to finish everything you start That's why I'm down for mine [ Hook ] (Get down for yours I'm down for mine) "?????" "To get away from the A.K. spray in the broad day" "South Central the, ill mental" "Just kept steppin, hit em up and said right" [ VERSE 2: MC Ren ] Well, it's the Mad Scientist with my nigga KAM Niggas be knowin the way I be doin it, fuckin up the jam The size ten steel toe steppin, nigga, keep my shit simple Hangin with my niggas on Caldwell and Temple Niggas out fakin like they got skills Rollin 'round with they rats in they floss mobiles With their caviar dreams and champagne wishes Niggas run they mouth like some muthafuckin bitches Niggas be plottin like the government But I'm low key like a Mason, so they still chasin The nigga that they thought was the Villain, that's wrong Different individual and different fuckin song I carry a big stick, burnin is the heater Niggas ???? with the German millimeter So I fuck it up when I bust my rhyme Cause Ren down for mine, a nigga down for mine [ Hook ] [ VERSE 3: KAM ] Well, I once had this homeboy who loved to jack We used to serve herb for a doub a sack In fact back in the day when you could sling lley Couldn't nobody tell me that crime didn't pay It was on and poppin with the Bloods and Crips Every neighborhood tryin to regulate they chips Niggas goin out of town with the greasy chickens And if you wasn't down, you was easy pickins You had to claim a set to get supported then So every day new niggas got courted in For some gangbangin was a full time job Cookin up dope like corn on a cob Had to mob deep when you bailed into a party Daytons on the MC with the wooden ????? Flag in your backpocket, deuce five in the front Rollin bats with the zig-zags 'fore we knew about the blunts But no matter who jocks us I got my sag on till you saw the tag on my boxers Cause the I-don't-give-a-fuck mentality'll raise niggas off yo line So I'm down for mine [ Hook ] [ VERSE 4: Dresta ] Let me take a second to do some mic-checkin Bet I got a head flexin in every section Everybody know me, D-r-e the O.G Compton City Gee on TV with Eazy But now I'm all on my own and got it locked shot Give them props up to my nigga KAM (Watts Up) It ain't no shame in the game that I got The only places I love a lot is Compton and Watts And nigga, I don't give a fuck about what clique you in Cause I'm from the Nutty but got buddies in the Nickerson P.J., Main Street, Grape Street, front streets and back streets But we all from the same black streets So niggas best to recognize the Dresta Tired of bein broke so all I think about is paper And it don't stop to the tic-toc (Compton and Long Beach together) [edited] Compton and Watts Fool, and I'm down for mine (Get down for yours I'm down for mine)