Givin' It Up - Kam

Awww shit, and you don’t quit

Brother KAM with another damn gangster hit

Givin' it up, cause everybody ain’t knowin'

So try not to choke on this smoke I’m blowin'

Goin' back to the grass, roots for the real

(With the black superman)

Yeah, the man of steel, chill

(But, um, sometimes I feel like a nut)

So here we go, clownin' like I don’t know what

I’m pro-Black and crackin' out of control

And when you make dough, they wanna slow your roll

But you know, Dulo niggas, when you spot them

'Cause I’m from that Eastside bottom

The Compton and Watts life, I got pride

It’s a Black thing, so ain’t no other side

I low-ride and I sag and cuss

I cover my face with a rag and bust

I kick up dust, then I shake the spot

Move the crowd and try to make a knot

I got a motivatin' rollerskatin' out on D’s

(Damn, here come One Time)

Nigga please, I’m givin' it up

To everybody on the Eastside

Right, I’m givin' it up

Just givin' it up, to everybody on the Westside

Right, I’m givin' it up

Just givin' it up, to everybody on the Northside

Right, I’m givin' it up

Just givin' it up, to everybody on the Southside

Right, I’m givin' it up

I thank God that I’m still alive

And back on deck for the nine five

And y’all can’t say, I ain’t got a sense of humor

For every new day it’s another new rumor

So numero uno, here’s the first segment

I ain’t the one who got Yo-Yo pregnant

And then I heard Craig went with a white girl

Never that, a brother like me might earl

But what’s the world comin' to?

Real men don’t gossip, that’s what a woman do

But some of you get it twisted

You must be broke-wristed, so I dismissed it

Kept mobbin' and didn’t react

Then now the word in the street is (You know KAM got jacked)

Huh, is that a fact?

Well, who got the goods?

'Cause last I heard I was from four different hoods

Now what I look like gangbangin'?

I got words for all y’all birds singin'

Off-key, softly, y’all killin' me

That’s why trues just chill and be givin' it up

So last but not least, let me kick the real

'Cause Watts Up niggas be quick to peel

Hittin' three-wheel motion, devotion is true

FOI 'til I die, so what y’all wanna do?

Comin' through just like a new verse

While niggas goin' to Hollywood tryin' to claim a turf

For what it’s worth, I just wish 'em will

'Cause bitchmade niggas like to kiss and tell

So I call niggas 'sir' and females 'madam'

And all you will ever hear me say is (I ain’t mad at 'em)

Glad I’m livin' like a true

'Cause it ain’t about what you’re sayin' on a record

It’s what you do

And niggas be in violation

Y’all flirtin' with death with you diss the Nation

Ain’t no love lost if you cross the line

You flossed, now that ass is mine

I’m givin' it up