'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      (chorus)(2x)   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      (chorus)