[Intro: Cold 187um]
That's what the fuck I'm talking about, that real shit 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 swishing for the passenger 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]
N***a gotta keep my shit real
Letting punk n***as know how the fuck I feel
Pussy ass n***as always wanna be around
A n***a like Ren when I put that real shit down
N***a gotta keep my shit real
Letting punk n***as know how the fuck I feel
Pussy ass n***as always wanna be around
A n***a like Ren when I put that real shit down