Keep It Real

And now, our national anthem! It's going down, West Coast A toast to the Coast, West Coast! I got my nigga Mack 10 up in the house from the Westside Connection My nigga Deadly Threat from the L.A. Zoo L-B-C Crew, D.P.G, West Coast finest Here's a toast to the coast! What have we? - a house full of Cavi, no stress Well known riders from different sides of the West Got the hi-zoes licking up, so hard we're sticking up How could the East Coast win; when the West Coast is clicking up? So please, no set tripping about Cs and Bs It's the Westside connected with the D.P.G.s For the cheese we're jab with the gift of the gab always capping Mack 10 and Snoop rapping, now how does that happen? It's all good, fool, so peep game if you could Snoop be from Long Beach, and I be from Inglewood So now you despise, cause it came to your surprise Two well known enemies now becoming allies In Californ-I-A; we parley the G way Some wear red and black, and some sport (Blue and Grey!) But gangsters don't dance, we hang-boogie and bang So it's the Westside connected with the Dogg Pound Gang We are party people, West Coast gangsters are party people (Rock the party ya'll) (Rock the party ya'll) (Rock the party ya'll) We are party people, West Coast gangsters are party people (Rock the party ya'll) (Rock the party ya'll) (Rock the party ya'll) Party people, party people, do you wanna get funky? Get down, get down, you know Up jump the boogie, so I've jumped up with it We smoke weed by the ounce, no hit it It's a party, Bombay and Bacardi, O.E. and Hennessy We're all heated just in case, any of my enemies slipped in Tripped in, you don't wanna own a casket this soon Get at the bitches, nigga, bump to the boom The ladies love me cause I love myself I'm like an age, by no wine in time you'll find I'm at the top of the shelf So when you ready and you're cracking a sip Strip, trip, slide around your house in your slippers Bump the rap tunes that's as cold as the Whispers Fantastic, brand new in this classic We done mellowed out but you still get your ass kicked It's Mr. Bad Azz, I rock microphones right West Coast, East Side, for life! It ain't no need for the fronting black, between me and you Reality bites, so I'ma keep it real with my crew I'm dangerous like Michael Dew My life cycle completes the last stages I'm more, I'm through, definitely gauges is outrageous Cause I was born to rock the party Oh! now you're Mister Smarty because we got the show started! I'm cold-hearted, and won't stop what I'm revealing Leave it up to the West to have them dancing on the ceiling And I'm feeling, that Vibe that represents the East I attack like a pack, to make them burn like grease So let the nonsense cease, and hold my piece in case Reel-to-reel come to deal, I have to give them a taste I serve face to face, rhymes define by Tech Versatile style done switched up to wreck your whole set That's real, you know It's getting kind funky here man, uh Mack 10 is the lick, Dogg Pound is the clique I can't get enough of this gangster shit My name ain't +Jeru+ and I ain't out to +Dama-ja+ But when on the mic, emcees, to me, they're all amateurs See the opponents, disassemble the components Disassemble the opponents, then disappear in a moment In a blink's time, I take time in the doorway to crime With a criminal mind, the raw kind Microphones used so abusively You can't fuck with the K-U-R-U-P-T And in the mixture, painted clearer than a picture of a psycho I'm suicidal, split shit to cause a twister And get you twisted, you're fucking with the unlisted To be specific, niggas ain't being realistic I ain't impressed, you're about to get your chest test In the west, where it's about your money and your set You East Coast niggas flow like the home grown grow Zoo got the flavor, every color for the rainbow Dream, on out far, pass the stars Your styles ain't doper than ours Hard to the core, hit it one time, hit it some more Y'all spit but that West Coast shit is out doors Wild like Ninety Days in the cage Cold like the Everglades, and never fades Me, C to the Z to the T Beef? Bet' not let me catch you in the streets Hoo-Bang, cracked in the fast lane The melody by Deadly, the Dopeman Yeah yeah yeah, there you have it It's like magic, it's so tragic The West Coast, Hoo-Banging, Westside Connection, L.A. Zoo L-B-C Crew, and you know about the infamous D.P.G.s We make them freeze to their knees, real Gs Keep it real though!