Mc Ren

Thats what the fuck Im talkin about
That real shit nigga
Living room packed, laid back on the flow
Niggaz cant see me on the madden with Frisco
Im 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 its too hot for the beanie
Sittin on the porch niggaz run the stop sign
Hookers sell they bodies round the way aint hard to find
Right in the corner of McDonalds parkin lot
Peepin out their hair cause that spot is hot
And thats 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 dont give a damn about a gang truce
But I gotta lotta love for my people
And like they aint tryin, niggaz just keep dyin
I wont 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 thats real
(CHORUS)
Yeah, uh, break it down
All yall busta ass niggaz
Do it like this, 1995
Uh, yeah, come all yall 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 dont eat swine, but I take a turkey burger
I cant 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 aint 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 thats a rap and thats real
(CHORUS)
[ Keep it Real Lyrics ]