Keep It Real

We are party people West Coast gangsters are party people

We are party people West Coast gangsters are party people

Party people party people; do you wanna get funky

Get down get down you know

Up jump the boogie so I've jumped up with it

We smoke w**d by the ounce no hit it

It's a party Bombay and Bacardi O E and Hennessy

We're all heated just incase; any of my enemies slipped and

Tripped and you don't wanna own a casket this soon

Get at the b**ches ni**a bump to the boom

Ten ladies love me cause I love myself

I'm like an age by rewind in time you'll find;

I'm at the top of the shelf

So when you ready and you're cracking a sip

Strip trip slide around your house in your slippers

Bump the rap tunes that's as cold as the whistlers

Fantastic brand new in this classic

We done mellowed out but you still get your a** kicked

It's Mr Bad Azz I rock microphones right

West Coast East Side for life

You know it ain't for the fronting black between me and you

Reality bites so I'ma keep it real with my crew

I'm dangerous like Michael Dew

My life cycle completes the last stages

I'm more I'm through definitely gauges is outrageous

Cause I was born to rock the party

Oh now you're Mister Smarty because we got the show started

I'm cold hearted and won't stop what I'm revealing

Leave it up to the West to have them dancing on the ceiling

And I'm feeling that Vibe that represents the East

I attack like a pack to make them burn like grease

So let the nice ends cease and hold my piece incase

Real-to-real come to deal I have to give them a taste

I serve face to face rhymes define by Tech

Versatile style done switch up to wreck your whole set

That's real you know

It's getting kind funky here man uhh

Mack 10 is a lick Dogg Pound is the clique

I can't get enough of this gangster sh*t

My name made you ruin and I ain't out to damage ya

And when the mic emcees see me they're all imaging

See the opponents; dissemble the components

Dissemble the appoint then disappear in a moment

Some blends time I take time in the doorway to crime

With a criminal mind the raw kind

Like the phone used so abusively

You can't f**k with the K you are uppity

And in the mixture painted clearer than a picture of a psycho

I'm suicidal split sh*t to cause a twister

And get you twisted you're f**king with the unlisted

To be specific; niggaz ain't being realistic

I ain't impressed you're about to get your chest test

In the west; where it's about your money and your set

No East Coast niggaz flow like the home grown grow

Snoop got the flavor every color for the rainbow

We Dream on out far pass the stars

Your styles ain't doper than ours

Hard to the core hit it one time hit it some more

Y'all spit but that West Coast sh*t is out doors

Wild like Ninety Days in the cage

Cold like the ever glades and never fades

Me C to the Z to the T

Leave that knot let me catch you in the streets

Hoo-Bang cracked in the fast lane

The melody by Deadly the Dopeman

Yeah yeah yeah there you have it

It's like magic it's so tragic

The West Coast Hoo-Banging Westside Connection L A Zoo

L-B-C Crew and you know about the infamous D P G s

We make them freeze to their knees real Gs