D, what up homie? It's me, Kryptonite
Ay, I finished that track
With you, Kam and Frank
I'll be by there to drop it off right now
You want the black and browner's vest and we bring him
You want the downward sex then we bang 'em
If you want the realest raps, then we sang 'em
You want to deal with straps, then we slammin' it
Hang 'em hard, do or die, G's on the west
They all know California G's are the best
Throught the chest, no stress, we twist a tree
Yes, Kam, Big Frank, and Mister D
We makin' history out of real run biz
Ain't no mystery who the real ones is
Yes, most respected, 'cause they know, yeah we cover all four sides
West coast connectin' when the road get hectic
Then the real get goin'
My bro's affected by this real shit flowin'
Knowin' that we like to see the girls gettin' naughty
Reppin' the West side, it's a worldwide party
Collar, collar, if you rep that double (U)
How we gon' keep our struggle? (True)
And what we got to say to a sellout? (Boo)
If you came to play, then yell out
Collar, collar, if you rep that double (U)
How we gon' keep our struggle? (True)
And what we got to say to a sellout? (Boo)
If you came to play, then yell out
There's our West side brothers that don't trip
Back in the house, back in full click
I'm out to get mine, lookin' for a dime
See that honey right there? Yeah, she's mine
Fuck that fool she's with, he won't run up
But he could be a victim when I'm creepin' on her, cover
It's in town, down by the beach, but never get it twisted
'Cause I'm known to have a long reach
And you can get touched up and fucked up
And laid out with your soul played out
Then I won't even sweat you, but I bet you
If you did scream nasty, I'll get you
Smash through with them back on my lap
Blast through off the map, it's a wrap
West side rider creepin' behind ya, shoulda never fucked with me
Collar, collar, if you rep that double (U)
How we gon' keep our struggle? (True)
And what we got to say to a sellout? (Boo)
If you came to play, then yell out
Collar, collar, if you rep that double (U)
How we gon' keep our struggle? (True)
And what we got to say to a sellout? (Boo)
If you came to play, then yell out
It's that gangsta shit you really wanna know
You're full of shit, you think they run the show
In a busted tube, what must I do?
How many real homies in this? Just a few
The game so fucked up, you wanna rig your chance
You gotta sellout and make a stupid dance
But I ain't down, or down to do that
A real motherfucker, but you already knew that
I run with homies that run the game
Not the rap game, they carry street fame
You can't see these G's in no kind of way
So what you wanna do, what you tryna say?
I'm still here homeboy, ain't nothing changed
Turn the Escalade into a Range
We're never in a range, shootin' in the streets
Through the palm trees in the summer heat
Collar, collar, if you rep that double (U)
How we gon' keep our struggle? (True)
And what we got to say to a sellout? (Boo)
If you came to play, then yell out
Collar, collar, if you rep that double (U)
How we gon' keep our struggle? (True)
And what we got to say to a sellout? (Boo)
If you came to play, then yell out