[VERSE 1: KAM] 

Watts Up, DJ Quik and KAM, damn, another dynamic duo 

What, I thought you knew, oh 

It's on and poppin with my nigga 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 fuck 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 



[DJ Quik cuts up] 

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

[DJ Quik] 

That's my nigga 



[VERSE 2: KAM] 

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 nigga 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 nigga stayin down 

Without losin touch or do too much playin 'round 

But I be damned if I'ma let a TV tell me who's who 

Cause I'm a real nigga just like you 



[DJ Quik cuts up] 

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

[DJ Quik] 

That's my nigga 



[VERSE 3: KAM] 

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 shit 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 ????? everything is real here 

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 Islam for life 



[DJ Quik cuts up] 

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

[DJ Quik] 

That's my nigga