Kam - That's My Nigga lyrics

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)

That's my nigga

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

(DJ Quik cuts up)
(That's my nigga, nigga, nigga)

That's my nigga
So now I'm kickin it with DJ Quik
Street Knowledge, Hit Squad
Dogg Pound or any other black clique
And you can bet your grip
There's no set-trip involved
Let's hope all that shit was resolved
Out with the old, in with the new improved G
Cause ain't no set-trip wet lip
Service ever moved me
Come at us right and you might get love
Come at us wrong and it's on
I break you off a dub
Ain't nothin to lose except
Some excess baggage you ain't payin no dues
We'll be takin your cabbage
So the average Joe
You know the whole routine
We gon' be pattin down the pockets
Of them old blue jeans
So welcome to the bottom
Everything is real here
Where little locs'll take a shot
And not feel fear
Straight soldiers layin in the
Cut like a knife
Peace to the G's and Islam for life

(DJ Quik cuts up)
(That's my nigga, nigga, nigga)

That's my nigga