Down Fa Mine (Feat. Dresta & Mc Ren)

Well, it's the 1 to the 9 with the 9 to the 4

And I thought you knew the drill but you still don't hear me doe

KAM and Watts Up from the grassroots

No Daisy Dukes shit, knockin crazy-ass boots

Nigga please, we kick it like gees

Puttin down work when I lurk, don't even sneeze (up the gold D's)

That's just the Eastside way of gettin chips

When you're raised up dealin with the Dogs and the Ribs

New cars get tagged, riders get wrecked

Niggas' caps get peeled back and chins get checked

Don't expect no love or no apology

The kids ain't fallin for your child psychology

In nine and fo mindin yo business was the best bet

Screamin 'Watts Riot', we ain't even made a mesh yet

You shouldn't speak with a weak heart

You gots to finish everything you start

That's why I'm down for mine

(Get down for yours,

I'm down for mine)

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"To get away from the A.K. spray in the broad day"

"South Central the, I'll mental"

"Just kept steppin, hit em up and said right"

Well, it's the Mad Scientist with my nigga KAM

Niggas be knowin the way I be doin it, fuckin up the jam

The size ten steel toe steppin, nigga, keep my shit simple

Hangin with my niggas on Caldwell and Temple

Niggas out fakin like they got skills

Rollin 'round with they rats in they floss mobiles

With their caviar dreams and champagne wishes

Niggas run they mouth like some muthafuckin bitches

Niggas be plottin like the government

But I'm low key like a Mason, so they still chasin

The nigga that they thought was the Villain, that's wrong

Different individual and different fuckin song

I carry a big stick, burnin is the heater

Niggas ???? with the German millimeter

So I fuck it up when I bust my rhyme

Cause Ren down for mine, a nigga down for mine

Well, I once had this homeboy who loved to jack

We used to serve herb for a doub a sack

In fact back in the day when you could sling lley

Couldn't nobody tell me that crime didn't pay

It was on and poppin with the Bloods and Crips

Every neighborhood tryin to regulate they chips

Niggas goin out of town with the greasy chickens

And if you wasn't down, you was easy pickins

You had to claim a set to get supported then

So every day new niggas got courted in

For some gangbangin was a full time job

Cookin up dope like corn on a cob

Had to mob deep when you bailed into a party

Daytons on the MC with the wooden ?????

Flag in your backpocket, deuce five in the front

Rollin bats with the zig-zags 'fore we knew about the blunts

But no matter who jocks us

I got my sag on till you saw the tag on my boxers

Cause the I-don't-give-a-fuck mentality'll raise niggas off yo line

So I'm down for mine

Let me take a second to do some mic-checkin

Bet I got a head flexin in every section

Everybody know me, D-r-e the O.G.

Compton City Gee on TV with Eazy

But now I'm all on my own and got it locked shot

Give them props up to my nigga KAM (Watts Up)

It ain't no shame in the game that I got

The only places I love a lot is Compton and Watts

And nigga, I don't give a fuck about what clique you in

Cause I'm from the Nutty but got buddies in the Nickerson

P.J., Main Street, Grape Street, front streets and back streets

But we all from the same black streets

So niggas best to recognize the Dresta

Tired of bein broke so all I think about is paper

And it don't stop to the tic-toc

(Compton and Long Beach together)

Fool, and I'm down for mine

(Get down for yours,

I'm down for mine)