Kam - That's My n***a lyrics

Watts Up, DJ Quik and KAM, damn, another dynamic duo What, I thought you knew, oh It's on and poppin' with my n***a from Compton East side hoo-ride and it ain't no stoppin' Hoppin' the toys and poppin' the boys Cause see the West Coast test most rookie-a** decoys So f** what they goin' through Because I'm stayin' pro-black on this track that I'm flowin' to So go and do your dirt but don't get yourself hurt Let you KAM show you how to pop a devil, then skirt It's on like that as if you didn't know They say life is a gamble, yeah? So what they hittin' foe? I'm gettin' mo' money, no honey, I don't want a white companion Leap the Grand Canyon Shots, I gots to have me a Sister Souljah Told you last single I don't mingle, tramp, so vamp (That's my n***a) (n***a) (n***a) That's my n***a It's goin' on to the break of dawn just like that So roll up your sleeve and let me strike up a tat I'm showin' pride for my side, you wonder which God I represent the sun, moon and star A 'mad dog' spelled backwards since I was a pup, huh? (Yup) So don't forget it when I hit it up I lit it up and had people sayin' goddamn But now it's never unusual to spot KAM I'm just a regular n***a who ain't bigger than nobody else I can't hack it, homie, don't put no jacket on me Yeah, it's all good and I probably should care But see, I'm from the hood, I'm not no Hollywood Square So it's rare to see a rap n***a stayin' down Without losin' touch or do too much playin' 'round But I be damned if I'ma let a TV tell me who's who 'Cause I'm a real n***a just like you (That's my n***a) (n***a) (n***a) That's my n***a So now I'm kickin' it with DJ Quik Street Knowledge, Hit Squad, Dogg Pound or any other black clique And you can bet your grip there's no set-trip involved Let's hope all that sh** was resolved Out with the old, in with the new improved gee 'Cause ain't no set-trip wet lip service ever moved me Come at us right and you might get love Come at us wrong and it's on, I break you off a doubt Ain't nothin' to lose except some excess baggage You ain't payin' no dues, we'll be takin' your cabbage So the average Joe, you know the whole routine We gon' be pattin' down the pockets of them old blue jeans So welcome to the everything is real here Where little locs'll take a shot and not feel fear Straight soldiers layin' in the cut like a knife Peace to the gees and Islam for life (That's my n***a) (n***a) (n***a) That's my n***a