[Verse 1: Blu]
The gang bang capital
Aim flames accurate, may change your attitude
Maintain your altitude
Fore them thang-thangs leave your mainframe out on you
Uh, and you know what I'm 'bout to do
Bounce with a few young bunnies that's down the swoop
Uh, oops, I mean down for Blu
While the Bridgetown crew light up an ounce or two
Uh, with a four-pounder shoe
If I gotta pull out my tool and just clown this fool
I thought your crew was 'bout peace
But I'm also bout beats, hangin' out Jeeps (Uh)
And I would never close my mouthpiece
Especially with the gold grill chillin' in the southeast
With the sound, I'm a beast
And I put it down, for my town on the beats
Bridgetown my city, live city, my city
South Central, I was born in the middle of the city
Crenshaw, Slauson, Western King
[Verse 2: Cashus King]
Jefferson to Venice where the Palmside team swing (Ninja)
Let me tell you something, Mean Gene
Cash and Blu, '92 Olympics on some Dream Team
Fiends on the John-John Barnes, that's a rare breed
Had your mama clutchin' on her Bible and her prayer beads
For survival, snatch your soul, I'm so cold
Had a ninja walkin' over burnin' coals with my bare feet
Word to my ninja Christian Soul, we'll live through this
My crossover put AD on the injure list
I'm like Curtis in his prime, multiply
I'll have you seein' five 50's like it's ten to 6
Coldest angles
Pistol grip pumped and the pump fake broke his ankles
My Gs '93 to the infinite, you’s a cheapskate
One spin, gotta spend some chips, my DJ need pay
Had my girl sellin' her black ass on eBay for that cash
[Verse 3: Donel Smokes]
They like, "Nigga, where you from?" I said, "Nigga, from the sun"
Dark side of the moon where most of mines come from
We don't run, never ran, get the girl, take the money and post
From my granny's porch, I done seen the most miracles
Moments unforgettable
Soul Train Saturdays, I let go, a la mode
Principles for the pleasure, smokin' pressure for the pressure
At the mound, pitchin' quicker, in cahoots with the catcher
Get your mind right, talk nice, talkin' twice, that's an easy no
Fuck around, lay around, do or die, kill a career or more
More realer than gorilla
Heard y'all go sicker, we go iller, top biller
Champion noise, for ladies with the ambient poise
Men from the boys, we separate the plan from the poise
Still plottin' with the aga, not a New Berian God gang
Cloud or crowd, nigga, we still where the stars hang, bang
[Verse 4: Definite]
Slanged rap since ADAT
You dodged bullets in the city on 3rd Street where the gangs trap
The esés rep 13, I'm dirt clean
My name got mud on it, the pavement got blood on it
In the city where the ghetto meets the sea
You could get blazed with heat
Sunsets take on a different meaning when you claim the streets
But think about it for a three, is it claimin' me?
Is that mission in alignment with who I became to be?
Better off without the bullets grazin' me, the hustle savory
Albeit justifiable without a father raisin' me
Been blazin' beef since Hill Flavor, DRT
Was sent to deliver the message 'til we all free
Palm trees but beneath is genocide
We finna ride, just hit a lick, but then I slide
Down Park Western, stupid nigga, don't ask questions
And this is what it's like when you rollin' down that section
Peace
READ MORE ABOUT REAL BAD MAN
