Mc Ren - Down Fa Mine lyrics

[ VERSE 1: KAM ] 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 tho KAM and Watts Up from the gra**roots No Daisy Dukes sh**, knockin crazy-a** boots n***a please, we kick it like G's 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 'rips New cars get tagged, riders get wrecked n***as' 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 9 and 4 mindin yo business was the best bet Screamin 'Watts Riot', we ain't even made a mess yet You shouldn't speak with a weak heart You gots to finish everything you start That's why I'm down for mine [ Hook ] (Get down for yours I'm down for mine) "Hit the park, bailed out the car" "To get away from the A.K. spray in the broad day" "South Central, the ill mental" "Just kept steppin, hit em up and said right" [ VERSE 2: MC Ren ] Well, it's the Mad Scientist with my n***a KAM n***as be knowin the way I be doin it, f**in up the jam The size ten steel toe steppin, n***a, keep my sh** simple Hangin with my n***as on Caldwell and Temple n***as out fakin like they got sk**s Rollin 'round with they rats in they floss mobiles With their caviar dreams and champagne wishes n***as run they mouth like some muthaf**in b**hes n***as be plottin like the government But I'm low-key like a Mason, so they still chasin The n***a that they thought was the Villain, that's wrong Different individual and different f**in song I carry a big stick, burnin is the heater n***as too in love with the German millimeter So I f** it up when I bust my rhyme 'Cause Ren down for mine, a n***a down for mine [ Hook ] [ VERSE 3: KAM ] Well, I once had this homeboy who loved to jack We used to serve herb for a dub a sack In fact, back in the day, when you could slang yay 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 n***as 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 n***as got courted in For some g**nin was a full time job Cookin up dope like corn on the cob Had to mob deep when you bailed into a party Daytons on the MC with the wood knotty Flag in your back pocket, 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 'til you saw the tag on my boxers Cause the I-don't-give-a-f** mentality'll raise n***as off yo line So I'm down for mine [ Hook ] [ VERSE 4: Dresta ] 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 G on TV with Eazy But now I'm all on my own and got it locked shot Give them props up to my n***a 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 n***a, I don't give a f** 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 n***as 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) [edited] Compton and Watts Fool, and I'm down for mine (Get down for yours I'm down for mine)