[Intro]
Fool tell your trick to stay away from the chevy
I know you wanna see me rip it up
Made my first G before adding on the MC
[Hook]
Now who keeps it real
I'm coming straight of the street of Compton like E
One for the trouble, jack for a** in the parking lot
I'm knocking fools out the box
I'm knocking fools out the box
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
n***a with Tha Chill up in the studio
n***a getting bored tryna call up a ho
Ho-banging through these speakers, cause something ain't right
f**ed up and let my weed up for the night
Called up my n***a Boom Bam for the grand
Comp-town n***as, man keep him on the sand
Damn can't get thru with that fat-a** sack
Let me smoke that sh**, let my eyes roll back
Hoes in the parking lot sniffing that bud
(?), make their knees hit the rud
b**h I'm the villain you're s**ing mine first
Same time a n***a busting his verse
Don't look at me just keep your eyes close
Then I'm gonna bust in your mouth I suppose
b**h here it comes, don't say a f**ing word
Here it goes
[Hook]
Now who keeps it real
I'm coming straight of the street of Compton like E
One for the trouble, jack for a** in the parking lot
I'm knocking fools out the box
I'm knocking fools out the box
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
On the ninty-one to the two to the ten
b**h about to crash when she looking at Ren
(?)
About to get my a** off, n***a need gas
n***a mad dawg when they see the icon
Knowing damn well you wanna talk to the don
Cause b**h choose me by a punk number three
But hub city n***as we don't let them ride free
Renincarnated bumbing out the window
About to make some final touches at the studio
Picked up my n***a Bigg Rocc on the way
He told me whay them b**h-a** n***as had to say
Still on my nuts, wishing the name was The Vill
Try to pull a n***a like a fisher real
f** them n***as, I'ma f** they b**hes like this
[Hook]
Now who keeps it real
I'm coming straight of the street of Compton like E
One for the trouble, jack for a** in the parking lot
I'm knocking fools out the box
I'm knocking fools out the box
[Verse 3: MC Ren]
n***a with Tha Chill up in the studio
n***a getting bored tryna call up a ho
Ho-banging through these speakers, cause something ain't right
f**ed up and let my weed up for the night
Called up my n***a Boom Bam for the grand
Comp-town n***as, man keep him on the sand
Damn can't get thru with that fat-a** sack
Let me smoke that sh**, let my eyes roll back
Hoes in the parking lot sniffing that bud
(?), make their knees hit the rud
b**h I'm the villain you're s**ing mine first
Same time a n***a busting his verse
Don't look at me just keep your eyes close
Then I'm gonna bust in your mouth I suppose
b**h here it comes, don't say a f**ing word
Here it goes
[Hook]
Now who keeps it real
I'm coming straight of the street of Compton like E
One for the trouble, jack for a** in the parking lot
I'm knocking fools out the box
I'm knocking fools out the box