Lirik Lagu Keep It Real - MC Ren
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'That's what the fuck I'm talkin' aboutThat real shit nigga'
Living room packed, laid back on the flowNiggaz can't see me on the madden with FriscoI'm runnin' fools straight to the dirtWhile my man Train talkin' on the phone, the evil curseNiggaz waste gas drivin' down the same streetsAnd hood rats wishin' for the passenger seatsFlag 'em down, like they flaggin' down to get a taxiToo good to ride a bus, drinkin' is a mustAnother day kickin' back, the scientist is hard at workThinkin' how to get paid, kickin' back in the shadeOr call Will and Temple where my homie down by ZeenieWith the bald head it's too hot for the beanieSittin' on the porch niggaz run the stop signHookers sell they bodies 'round the way ain't hard to findRight in the corner of McDonald's parkin' lotPeepin' out their hair 'cause that spot is hotAnd that's real
(CHORUS)(2x)Nigga gotta keep my shit realLettin' punk niggaz know how the fuck I feelPussy ass niggaz always wanna be aroundA nigga like Ren when I put that real shit down
Randy up the street cuttin' up the fresh fadeAnd Compton P.D. around the corner 'bout to raidThe yellow helicopter hangin' 'round like a gnatAnd hood rats yellin' out a car where the party atMy robbin' train go and get a duceAnd niggaz 'round the way don't give a damn about a gang truceBut I gotta lotta love for my peopleAnd like they ain't tryin', niggaz just keep dyin'I won't be like most niggaz and just comeAnd shoot my video in Compton and disappear for a yearWe make fools like that shake the spotOne for the treble jack yo ass in the parkin' lot'Cause handkerchief headed niggaz come around fakin'Braggin' 'bout that money they be makin'Boot lickin' butt dancin' niggaz just better chillBefore I tell 'em how I feel and that's real
(CHORUS)
Yeah, uh, break it downAll y'all busta ass niggazDo it like this, 1995Uh, yeah, come all y'all fake ass niggaz to this
Goin' to the pad hit the beach up on the pagerHere comes Korleone up the street in the mini-BlazerWhile the dominoes start to get shakin'The same time that the barbique start bakin'I don't eat swine, but I take a turkey burgerI can't fade worms, that books' full of termsHomies pass by, some stop and conversateOn a gang a topics we start to debateOn why in black neighborhoods is always towed downAnd white neighborhoods ain't one piece a trash 'roundSo we gotta do for self and quit bitchin'Recycle black dollars so we can roll ImpalasEvery street got their own rap artistOn every cover every brother got a gun tryin' to look the hardestBut some deserve a slap 'cause they laid down they strapWhen they hear that's a rap and that's real
(CHORUS)
Living room packed, laid back on the flowNiggaz can't see me on the madden with FriscoI'm runnin' fools straight to the dirtWhile my man Train talkin' on the phone, the evil curseNiggaz waste gas drivin' down the same streetsAnd hood rats wishin' for the passenger seatsFlag 'em down, like they flaggin' down to get a taxiToo good to ride a bus, drinkin' is a mustAnother day kickin' back, the scientist is hard at workThinkin' how to get paid, kickin' back in the shadeOr call Will and Temple where my homie down by ZeenieWith the bald head it's too hot for the beanieSittin' on the porch niggaz run the stop signHookers sell they bodies 'round the way ain't hard to findRight in the corner of McDonald's parkin' lotPeepin' out their hair 'cause that spot is hotAnd that's real
(CHORUS)(2x)Nigga gotta keep my shit realLettin' punk niggaz know how the fuck I feelPussy ass niggaz always wanna be aroundA nigga like Ren when I put that real shit down
Randy up the street cuttin' up the fresh fadeAnd Compton P.D. around the corner 'bout to raidThe yellow helicopter hangin' 'round like a gnatAnd hood rats yellin' out a car where the party atMy robbin' train go and get a duceAnd niggaz 'round the way don't give a damn about a gang truceBut I gotta lotta love for my peopleAnd like they ain't tryin', niggaz just keep dyin'I won't be like most niggaz and just comeAnd shoot my video in Compton and disappear for a yearWe make fools like that shake the spotOne for the treble jack yo ass in the parkin' lot'Cause handkerchief headed niggaz come around fakin'Braggin' 'bout that money they be makin'Boot lickin' butt dancin' niggaz just better chillBefore I tell 'em how I feel and that's real
(CHORUS)
Yeah, uh, break it downAll y'all busta ass niggazDo it like this, 1995Uh, yeah, come all y'all fake ass niggaz to this
Goin' to the pad hit the beach up on the pagerHere comes Korleone up the street in the mini-BlazerWhile the dominoes start to get shakin'The same time that the barbique start bakin'I don't eat swine, but I take a turkey burgerI can't fade worms, that books' full of termsHomies pass by, some stop and conversateOn a gang a topics we start to debateOn why in black neighborhoods is always towed downAnd white neighborhoods ain't one piece a trash 'roundSo we gotta do for self and quit bitchin'Recycle black dollars so we can roll ImpalasEvery street got their own rap artistOn every cover every brother got a gun tryin' to look the hardestBut some deserve a slap 'cause they laid down they strapWhen they hear that's a rap and that's real
(CHORUS)
