F/ Dresta, MC Ren    [ 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    [ CHORUS ]  (Get down for yours  I'm down for mine)    "?????"  "To get away from the A.K. spray in the broad day"  "South Central the, I'll 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    [ CHORUS ]    [ 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    [ CHORUS ]    [ 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)