Snoop Dogg, Mack 10, Bad Azz, Techniec, Threat, Kurupt - Keep It Real lyrics

And now, our national anthem!
It's going down, West Coast
A toast to the Coast, West Coast!
I got my nigga Mack 10 up in
The house from the Westside Connection
My nigga Deadly Threat from the LA zoo
L-B-C Crew, DPG, West Coast finest
Here's a toast to the coast!

What have we? - a house full of Cavi
No stress well known riders from different
Sides of the West
Got the hi-zoes licking up
So hard we're sticking up
How could the East Coast win when
The West Coast is clicking up?
So please, no set tripping about Cs and Bs
It's the Westside connected with the DPGs
For the cheese we're jab with the
Gift of the gab always capping
Mack 10 and Snoop rapping


Now how does that happen?
It's all good, fool
So peep game if you could
Snoop be from Long Beach
And I be from Inglewood so now you despise
Cause it came to your surprise
Two well known enemies now becoming allies
In Californ-IA we parley the G way
Some wear red and black, and some sport
(Blue and Grey) but gangsters don't dance
We hang boogie and bang
So it's the Westside connected with
The Dogg Pound Gang

We are party people
West Coast gangsters are party people
(Rock the party ya'll, Rock the party ya'll
Rock the party ya'll) we are party people
West Coast gangsters are party people
(Rock the party ya'll, Rock the party ya'll
Rock the party ya'll) 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 weed by the ounce, no hit it
It's a party, Bombay and Bacardi
OE and Hennessy
We're all heated just in case any
Of my enemies slipped in tripped in
You don't wanna own a casket this soon
Get at the bitches, nigga, bump to the boom
The ladies love me cause I love myself
I'm like an age
By no wine 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 Whispers
Fantastic, brand new in this classic
We done mellowed out but you
Still get your ass kicked
It's Mr bad Azz, I rock microphones right
West Coast, East Side, for life!
It ain't no need 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 nonsense cease
And hold my piece in case
Reel-to reel come to deal
I have to give them a taste
I serve face to face, rhymes define by Tech
Versatile style done switched up to
Wreck your whole set

That's real, you know
It's getting kind funky here man, uhh

Mack 10 is the lick, Dogg Pound is the clique
I can't get enough of this gangster shit
My name ain't +Jeru+ and I
Ain't out to +Dama-ja+
But when on the mic, emcees, to me
They're all amateurs
See the opponents disassemble the components
Disassemble the opponents
Then disappear in a moment
In a blink's time
I take time in the doorway to crime
With a criminal mind, the raw kind
Microphones used so abusively
You can't fuck with the K-U-R-U-P T
And in the mixture
Painted clearer than a picture of a psycho
I'm suicidal, split shit to cause a twister
And get you twisted
You're fucking with the unlisted
To be specific niggas 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

You East Coast niggas flow like
The home grown grow zoo got the flavor
Every color for the rainbow
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
Shit is out doors
Wild like Ninety Days in the cage
Cold like the Everglades, and never fades
Me, C to the Z to the T
Beef? Bet' not 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, lA zoo
L-B-C Crew
And you know about the infamous DPGs
We make them freeze to their knees, real Gs
Keep it real though!