Doctor Jam - Keep It Real lyrics

[Intro] That's what the f** I'm talking about, that real sh** n***a [Verse 1] Living room packed, laid back on the flow n***as can't see me on the Madden with Frisco I'm running fools straight to the dirt While my man Train talking on the phone the evil curse n***as waste gas driving down the same streets And hood rats wishing for the pa**enger seats Flag them down, like they flagging down to get a taxi Too good to ride a bus, tricking is a must Another day kicking back, the scientist is hard at work Thinking how to get paid, kicking back in the shade Or call Will and Temple where my homie down by Zeenie With the bald head it's too hot for the beanie Sitting on the porch n***as run the stop sign Hookers sell they bodies around the way, ain't hard to find Right in the corner of McDonald's parking lot Peeping out their hair cause that spot is hot And that's real [Hook] (x2) n***a gotta keep my sh** real Letting punk n***as know how the f** I feel p**y a** n***as always wanna be around A n***a like Ren when I put that real sh** down [Verse 2] Randy up the street cutting up the fresh fade And Compton P.D. around the corner 'bout to raid The yellow helicopter hanging around like a gnat And hood rats yellin' out a car 'where the party at' My robbing train go and get a deuce And n***as around the way don't give a damn about a gang truce But I gotta lotta love for my people And like they ain't tryin', n***as just keep dyin' I won't be like most n***as and just come And shoot my video in Compton and disappear for a year We make fools like that check the spot One for the treble jack yo a** in the parking lot Cause handkerchief headed n***as come around faking Bragging about that money they be making Boot licking, bu*t dancing n***as just better chill Before I tell them how I feel and that's real [Hook] (x2) n***a gotta keep my sh** real Lettin' punk n***as know how the f** I feel p**y a** n***as always wanna be around A n***a like Ren when I put that real sh** down [Bridge] Yeah, uh, break it down All y'all busta a** n***as Do it like this, 1995 Uh, yeah, come all y'all fake a** n***as to this [Verse 3] 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 shaking The same time that the BBQ start baking I don't eat swine, but I take a turkey burger I can't fade worms, that books' full of terms Homies pa** 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 ain't one piece a trash around So we gotta do for self and quit b**hing 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 that's a rap and that's real [Hook] (x2) n***a gotta keep my sh** real Lettin' punk n***as know how the f** I feel p**y a** n***as always wanna be around A n***a like Ren when I put that real sh** down [Outro] Yeah, puttin that real sh** down in '95 This goes out to my n***a DJ Train, 'knowhatImsayin