B-Real - Just Like You lyrics

Chorus: [B-Real] I'm a drinker, I'm a thinker, homey [Down] Just like you [B-Real] I'm a sinner and a winner, ese [Down] Just like you [B-Real] Gettin' money, no dummy, homey [Down] Just like you [B-Real] On the grind, from my shine, ese Just like you [Down] And my peoples hold me down, holmes [B-Real] Just like you [Down] It's 805, til I die, homey [B-Real] Just like you [Down] And my jefita love her baby boy [B-Real] The girls do too [Down] That's why I gotta get the paper, homey [B-Real] Just like you [Down] (Verse 1) 'Fore the days of a young'n, I learned to count my cash Only then, (???) what I kept in the stash I get turned on the block, got my game from my elders Working part time and such, with the neighborhood elders But I knew, back then, I was a hustler for real When I sold to a elder His own piece of steel I was twelve years old, I had to grind on my own Chippin' up cable boxes in them big block phones I was raised on the block around rock c**aine I understand figures early, why you'se playing with train That's why you hear big Down, I got them big boys on it Cause I break bread for real and make 'em on Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) From the hood, to the stage, it's the same old game So either, you come correct, or put a stain on your name And I ain't the one to do it, hustle runs in my blood So I go hood to hood Gettin' it, givin' up That's the way it's s'pposed to be I ain't trippin' on sh** I got feria, machate, and about three whips That's just the way that I do And I ain't messin' with you And if you lookin' for the drama, we could do that too My vaqueros is ready, they keep the heat in the valley Or stacked Somewhere up in the dash or a Chevy I'm on my way to the top You try to slow me down I guess I'm not like you if that's how you get down Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) I'm still with my team, homey, just like you And I'm still gettin' cream, homey, just like you Got my kids and my crib, homey, just like you And I'm still down for mine, ese, just like you Come against me, if you want it, dude, I'm just like you I got a smooth, trigger finger, homey, just like you And I can do just about everything like you Except act like a b**h, homey, like you do Now if you really wanna see come through like you It's gonna take a couple mil And I still won't do I'm just here with my crew Homey, just like you Still down like a motherf**er, just like you Repeat Chorus [B-Real] That's right Big up to the homey, Willie Malo Sen Dog Kid Frost Yeah, that's right, me and Down are doin' it like that B-Real Audio Hustlers That's right We just like you, motherf**ers When you see us in the streets, you better remember that Yo, Down Take us the f** outta here, homey Just like you