(KK) Now break me down if you can, but the black still gon' remain the same I'll just be trippin' off of suckers while I do my thang Yes, I gots to hustle up to stack my end This do-or-die situation that I'm in I'm gon' win Can't let no hoes in my business If a hooker got game, she'll find a way to twist it Havin' me - in a spot, and straight stabbin' me - in the back, where the K can't see I'ma be what I can dogg, that's all I can be Whether I'm rappin' on these songs or bangin' up in them streets Livin' day by day, and never by the minute Too much shit goin' on for this nigga to be up in it Crossed up, in the wrong place with the right color And right takes at the wrong time While I'm runnin' in this race, hot damn, what can I do? I guess young black still keep ridin' true
(Chorus: Mausberg) Now when you niggaz get to trippin' and hopin' that we slippin' (gotta make 'em understand) Break they backs now (gotta make 'em understand) Cock me back now (gotta make 'em understand) - boo-ya Now when you niggaz get to trippin' 'cause we stackin' our chips Graduated from brown herb to the finest shit (Gotta make 'em understand) - break they backs now (Gotta make 'em understand) - pound-pound
(Gangsta D) Gangsta D, sippin' Gin and Mystic I'm 'bout to break off Captain-Save-A-Triznick Cause niggaz like you I can't stand my man Flossin' for a hoe, walkin' hand in hand And talkin' to my bitch about me, nigga that ain't cool You love to give a hoe good news Fuckin' with my business got his name erased Cause pimpin' was the reason and murder was the case I gots to keep the 'P' in my pimpin' baby And can't no funky cock hoe fade me Bet a bitch pay me, 'cause I serves her well She love to get butt naked at the motel See we party to the plus in my neighborhood Crack the hoes, hustle-hustle 'cause the game is good
(DJ Quik talking) Oh, so we make crossover records now huh? It's Compton city streets for life nigga, check your sources
(Chorus: Mausberg) All you grip trippin' hoes, see your game exposed You fuckin' with some pros and we stay on our toes (Gotta make 'em understand) - cock me back now (Gotta make 'em understand) - boo-ya You see them hoes think we slippin' 'cause we lettin' 'em kick it But they ain't knowin' once I finish, the homie 'bout to hit it (Gotta make 'em understand) - break they backs now (Gotta make 'em understand) - pound-pound
(Mausberg) Now I be dippin' down the block puffin' a pimp Marinatin', never jumpin' out of character for a bitch You want her? - you can have her, 'cause I ain't 'bout that bullshit One less hoe callin' my house, blowin' up my hip That's real shit, take the game and soak it Fuckin' lowlife bitch that's only happy when she loaded Havin' yac attacks, fiendin' for grub from T.G.I.' But comin' at The Realest babay, you'll get the bye-bye Cause I'm too solid to let a hoe infiltrate A nigga like me don't believe in hard breaks I'm from Compton, all my doggs known for stompin' Checkin' you haters before you start sayin' somethin' The 220 in effect with Mausberg We be doin' shit that most real niggaz only heard I'll go about from the East to the South We be spittin' game, that we know it, no doubt
(Chorus: Mausberg) All you grip trippin' hoes, see your game exposed You fuckin' with some pros and we stay on our toes (Gotta make 'em understand) - cock me back now (Gotta make 'em understand) - boo-ya You see them hoes think we slippin' 'cause we lettin' 'em kick it But they ain't knowin' once I finish, the homie 'bout to hit it (Gotta make 'em understand) - break they backs now (Gotta make 'em understand) - pound-pound
