Lyrics True - Paris

True

Welcome back to California
The punk police will calico ya
The funk won’t cease, we battle on the grounds
Of who it is that really own the town
Business, palm trees, a hundred degrees
C-I-As, F-E-Ds smuggle in keys
Schwarzenegger still hustle and scheme, puffin' the weed
Feelin' on women, killin' the whole scene
And I’m killin' that old image you got
I know you think the West coast started with Eazy and finished with 'Pac
But think again, we got it just as hard out here
You act like the government ain’t in charge out here, man
Pass the Molotov, light it up, and throw it at the city hall
Administration, station
Face the Nation, I ain’t talkin 'bout the President
I’m talkin' 'bout the flag with the star and the crescent in it
Look at all the gang bangers sidin' with true cuz
Look at all the flame brangers ridin' with true blood
P-Dog done provided the truth of the true thugs
How they divide and confuse us
Look at all the gang bangers sidin' with true cuz
Look at all the flame brangers ridin' with true blood
P-Dog done provided the truth of the true thugs
How they divide and confuse us
Now put your purple back partner, I don’t smoke trees (Nah)
No dank, no drank, no coke, or speed (Hell, naw!)
You know me homey, sober and clean
A lot of G’s want me on the team, but I don’t roll with dope fiends
Imagine me goin' from Tookie to Pookie
I’m a threat 'cause mainstream rejection didn’t spook me
Rappers tried to make me switch and couldn’t move me
Kufi salute me and true niggas choose me
Viewed to be the new Huey in Newsweek
We all speak truth, now listen to the truth speak
Full circle with the way I view beef
If you don’t choose peace, you leave with no front two teeth
Up in this motherfucker (Yeah)
Guerrilla Funk and we ain’t never been no run-and-duckers (That's right)
Now tell me what’s so gangster 'bout flossin' your bank account
For some quick attention from the women while the people in the hood suffer
Look at all the gang bangers sidin' with true cuz
Look at all the flame brangers ridin' with true blood
P-Dog done provided the truth of the true thugs
How they divide and confuse us
Look at all the gang bangers sidin' with true cuz
Look at all the flame brangers ridin' with true blood
P-Dog done provided the truth of the true thugs
How they divide and confuse us
Well look here, what’chu think of bringin' back the free breakfastes
The free food, free health care, free dentistes
The homey Fleetwood got the homeboy hotline
An ex-felon job line, hit him on MySpace
And pardon as I take part in upliftin' of my race
Past the high rate of incarceration and crime rate
Bein' my fate, so if you don’t believe
That we can struggle and achieve then get out my face
So quick, so fast, you don’t get no pass
You don’t get mo' black, we’ll kick yo' ass!
Then turn around and spend yo' cash, in the hood
With the mommas and the kids livin' with no dad
Frisco through Oakland, Vallejo through Oakland
They try to gentrify and then rebuild most Oaklands
But it’s still mo' funk and coke smokin' in the Oakland
Fo-fo's blowin domes open, think about it
Look at all the gang bangers sidin' with true cuz
Look at all the flame brangers ridin' with true blood
P-Dog done provided the truth of the true thugs
How they divide and confuse us
Look at all the gang bangers sidin' with true cuz
Look at all the flame brangers ridin' with true blood
P-Dog done provided the truth of the true thugs
How they divide and confuse us