Dru Down Talkin' Shit Lyrics

What's up motherfuckers
I'm talkin major shit motherfuckin day, you feel

I'm coming strait from the Oakland streets
I got let u niggaz know when the end meets
So here we go come and take a ride with me 
In the streets of the motherfuckin fifties

First of all let me take you for a five-minute ride
Come back for, one nigga just died
And I don't even trip of for shit 
That it takes for a motherfuckin lick  
Be strong, stand tall, a hold your grounds up, be a mack like Dru Down 
A nigga who stands on his tiptoes 
And I love short hair fine hoes 
Nappy hairs don't remind me 
Cause I'm blind just like Run DMC 
C and H don't you like this shit a funky rap to another funky hit 
Niggaz wanna know about me 
The capitalized serial killa a double D 
Well nigga back up take fifty feet 
Unless you want your teeth layin on the concrete 
Cause am not playin no games
Never did never will now what's up mayn 
You wan test some skills 
Well let's test your skills on the real 
Uh, nigga you ain't shit 
A punk kissing ass and lickin on some dick
And I knew by the way you move 
You were switching the hips and perking them lips
You was a fagot ass bitch
But don't trip cause a nigga like me just talkin shit 

You feel that I'm talkin major shit bitch
Ha one two one two here I go with the flow 
Now what you got say about me talkin shit
I aint never been to legit to quit 
Cause a nigga like me is on the go
Always being real true to the hoe 
Never turn to the white man just a black man 
To some brothers now you understand
Cause a nigga aint trippin no more of the white folks
I just got to get my money on 
And this is out for you ballas 
Shit, popo stay off the dick
Cause you motherfuckers keep on jackin 
I'm gonna get feed up, something gonna happen 
I may run and get tha AK take nine 
I dammed near forget to creep to the 4 five 
But a nigga aint loose I get juice when it comes to me wearing toe boots 
In case I got to throw AK to the shit 
And then I get crossed to check 
I don't play no I don't fuck around
21 years in the Eastside Oak town
I bet you couldn't hang like I did
Being a mack pimp player at age ten 
But science I was young and talk a little bit 
I listend up and when I spoke I talked major shit 

A well a brother like me feel bionic
Every time I'm puffin on a joint of the cronic 
Yeah, I wear five nine dickies
I'm sayin fuck 8 ball I drink Mickies 
So peep this here I go 
I say whats up to my folks from the five O mail row
And back cross two 
I aint forgot about my partners form the five 2, foo 
And we can keep it on the strive 
I throw a peace sign, for six five and six nine 
And I'm gona keep it on a go
I wants some bounce lets go to seven nine eight O
And yeah am talkin big shit
Roll up the window come with me to the land and hit nine six 
And ride, and say whats up to my folks 
But for me to say names that's brother off 
And so we steady getting high buffin Marvin Gaywe 
And science we ridin throgh the streets hit nine eight 
End even I'm down the street around the block 
I can't forget about my folks from Plymouth Rock 
well I'm finished I'm quit through talkin shit, 
Don't forget 
Dru Down keeps guns and clips and clips and clips