Artist: KAM Artist: Made in America Song: That's My Nigga Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch [ VERSE 1: KAM ] 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 you 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: KAM ] 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 God 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'ma 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) [ DJ Quik ] That's my nigga [ VERSE 3: KAM ] 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 gee 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 doub 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 ????? 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 gees and Islam for life ( *DJ Quik cuts up* ) (That's my nigga) (nigga) (nigga) [ DJ Quik ] That's my nigga