Chorus x2
They don't make no more (no more), real n***as like us (real gangsta rappers)
BLAOW! They don't make real n***as like us no more
[Verse 1]
Take you back and kick some sh** about the old school days
When me and 2pac use to smash through the motherf**in' bay
He use to live by the lake, right by the parkway exit
We use to pull bad b**hes and get 'em a**-hole naked
I was doin' the "In My Neighborhood" video shoot
Just about the same time my n***a Pac did "Juice"
That n***a came through my video and said "Whatsup-er"
Spice 1, do that rap sh** where you stutter
Was a bad motherf**er, we both laughed at eachother
Off the good Bin Laden bomb indo smoke
True gun clappers, days of the real gangsta rappers
But in this time and day, sh**, it dont matter
If the n***a liked the party they gonna give him the role
Too many s**ers in disguise wearin' gangsta's clothes
You can tell when you look in my eyes that I'm a ridah
Ready to dump and bust slugs for my motherf**in' partna'z BLAOW
Chorus x2
[Verse 2]
There will never be another Pac, or Scarface
Another Ice Cube n***a, won't be another Dr. Dre
And what about the D.O.C. he made noise
But man, that sh** was f**ed up when he lost his voice
Real gangsta rappers, MC Eiht and DJ Quick
Them n***as had me fired up with all that g**n sh**
Don't forget Eazy E or the OG Ice T
That n***a Too $hort use to pick me up from highschool G
The real pioneers of the gangsta rap scene
I use to open for N.W.A. at seventeen
Use to be a jacka, call me the real gangsta rapper
WESTSIDE n***a home of the playas pimps and macks
We the originators of gangsta sh**, we love to spit it
Tell the real, let these motherf**ers know the ordeal
I remember Dub C (W.C.) when he came wit the MAAD Circle
From the north to the south Cali n***as was spittin verbals
Chorus x2
[Verse 3]
You know JIVE Records had to travel to the east
Cause this gangsta rap sh** was blowin up like yeast
f** with my n***a Noreaga and my n***a Cam'Ron
My n***as from all over Queens, Brooklyn and Bronx
Even though I'm comin' from W.E.S.T
Some of the n***as on the east got love for me
Real gangsta rappers, they respectin' this thug sh**
Cause it was 187 dump a n***a in a ditch
Even if a motherf**er wasn't likin' our rap
He had to respect this motherf**in Glock in my lap
When it comes to real gangsta rappers I'm one of the last
So catch a glimpse of a motherf**in blast from the past
Spice 1, Bossalini, Fetti Chico Soprano
Put a slug up in your a** have you singin' Soprano
They don't make real n***as like us no mo'
But you can catch me signin' autographs and doin' a show
BLAOW!!
Chorus til end (with talking)