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

Eastside hoo-ride and it ain't no stoppin

Hoppin the toys and poppin the boys

Cause see the West Coast test most rookie-ass decoys

So f**k 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 nigga) (nigga) (nigga)

That's my nigga

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'm a let a TV tell me who's who

Cause I'm a real n***a just like you

(That's my nigga) (nigga) (nigga)

That's my nigga

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 s**t 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 doub

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

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 I***m for life

(That's my nigga) (nigga) (nigga)

That's my n***a