That’s My Nigga Kam

[ VERSE 1 ]
Watts Up, DJ Quik and KAM, damn, another dynamic duo
What, I thought you knew, oh
It's on and poppin with my nigga from Compton
Eastside hoo-ride and it ain't no stoppin
Hoppin the toys and poppin the boys
Cause see the West Coast test most rookie-ass decoys
So fuck what they goin through
Because I'm stayin pro-black on this track that I'm flowin to
So go and do your dirt but don't get yourself hurt
Let the KAM show you how to pop a devil, then skirt
It's on like that as if you didn't know
They say life is a gamble, yeah? So what they hittin foe?
I'm gettin mo' money, no honey, I don't want a white companion
Leap the Grand Canyon
Shots, I gots to have me a Sister Souljah
Told you last single I don't mingle, tramp, so vamp

( *DJ Quik cuts up* )
(That's my nigga) (nigga) (nigga)
[ DJ Quik ]
That's my nigga

[ VERSE 2 ]
It's goin on to the break of dawn just like that
So roll up your sleeve and let me strike up a tat
I'm showin pride for my side, you wonder which car
I represent the sun, moon and star
A 'mad dog' spelled backwards since I was a pup, huh? (Yup)
So don't forget it when I hit it up
I lit it up and had people sayin 'goddamn'
But now it's never unusual to spot KAM
I'm just a regular nigga who ain't bigger than nobody else
I can't hack it, homie, don't put no jacket on me
Yeah, it's all good and I probably should care
But see, I'm from the hood, I'm not no Hollywood Square
So it's rare to see a rap nigga stayin down
Without losin touch or do too much playin 'round
But I be damned if I'mma let a TV tell me who's who
'Cause I'm a real nigga just like you