Keep It Real Lyrics - The Villain In Black - Mc Ren

'that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about 

That real shit nigga' 

Living room packed, laid back on the flow 

Niggaz can't see me on the madden with frisco 

I'm runnin' fools straight to the dirt 

While my man train talkin' on the phone, the evil curse 

Niggaz waste gas drivin' down the same streets 

And hood rats wishin' for the passenger seats 

Flag 'em down, like they flaggin' down to get a taxi 

Too good to ride a bus, drinkin' is a must 

Another day kickin' back, the scientist is hard at work 

Thinkin' how to get paid, kickin' 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 

Sittin' on the porch niggaz run the stop sign 

Hookers sell they bodies 'round the way ain't hard to find 

Right in the corner of mcdonald's parkin' lot 

Peepin' out their hair 'cause that spot is hot 

And that's real 

(chorus)(2x) 

Nigga gotta keep my shit real 

Lettin' punk niggaz know how the fuck I feel 

Pussy ass niggaz always wanna be around 

A nigga like ren when I put that real shit down 

Randy up the street cuttin' up the fresh fade 

And compton p.d. around the corner 'bout to raid 

The yellow helicopter hangin' 'round like a gnat 

And hood rats yellin' out a car where the party at 

My robbin' train go and get a duce 

And niggaz 'round the way don't give a damn about a gang truce 

But I gotta lotta love for my people 

And like they ain't tryin', niggaz just keep dyin' 

I won't be like most niggaz and just come 

And shoot my video in compton and disappear for a year 

We make fools like that shake the spot 

One 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 chill 

Before I tell 'em how I feel and that's real 

(chorus) 

Yeah, uh, break it down 

All y'all busta ass niggaz 

Do it like this, 1995 

Uh, yeah, come all y'all fake ass niggaz to this 

Goin' to the pad hit the beach up on the pager 

Here comes korleone up the street in the mini-blazer 

While the dominoes start to get shakin' 

The same time that the barbique start bakin' 

I don't eat swine, but I take a turkey burger 

I can't fade worms, that books' full of terms 

Homies pass by, some stop and conversate 

On a gang a topics we start to debate 

On why in black neighborhoods is always towed down 

And white neighborhoods ain't one piece a trash 'round 

So we gotta do for self and quit bitchin' 

Recycle black dollars so we can roll impalas 

Every street got their own rap artist 

On every cover every brother got a gun tryin' to look the hardest 

But some deserve a slap 'cause they laid down they strap 

When they hear that's a rap and that's real 

(chorus)