Keep it Real

[Intro] That's what the fuck I'm talking about That real shit nigga [Verse 1] Living room packed, laid back on the flow Niggas 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 Niggas 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 niggas 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 [Hook] (x2) Nigga gotta keep my shit real Lettin' punk niggas know how the fuck I feel Pussy ass niggas always wanna be around A nigga like Ren when I put that real shit down [Verse 2] 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 deuce And niggas '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', niggas just keep dyin' I won't be like most niggas and just come And shoot my video in Compton and disappear for a year We make fools like that check the spot One for the treble jack yo ass in the parkin' lot Cause handkerchief headed niggas come around fakin' Braggin' 'bout that money they be makin' Boot lickin' butt dancin' niggas just better chill Before I tell 'em how I feel and that's real [Hook] (x2) [Bridge] Yeah, uh Break it down All y'all busta ass niggas Do it like this, 1995 Uh, yeah Come all y'all fake ass niggas to this [Verse 3] 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 BBQ 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 [Hook] (x2) [Outro] Yeah Puttin that real shit down in '95 This goes out to my nigga DJ Train, 'knowhatImsayin ?