Really Not a Rapper Songtext
von J Diggs

I′m really not a rapper (rapper), I'm real, real street wit′ it
All I did was take my life and mix a little beat wit' it
I'm deep wit′ it, I speak it, believe I live that (uh-huh)
The type of cat that call my dogs and have ′em where you live at (woo)
I play it from the bidap, my soldiers in the front (front)
What the fuck you in the club for? I told you it was fun
You niggas wanna talk (talk?), Talk time is over now
Diggs run the West, and I'm ′bout to hold it down

Diggs from the Crest (Crest?), So what y'all gon′ do wit' me
A hundred more niggas where I′m from, just as rude as me
Cali need a leader, I'm the nigga with the torch
Take the 80 to Marine World, exit to the north
I'm the boy in the city (city), nothin′ like that Diddy cat
Do it on some gangsta shit, plus, I can really rap
Feelin′ that? S-Dawg, a BMF track
They made the call, y'all, they want the West Back


I need my niggas and bitches to help me rep that
They made the call, y′all, they want the West back
S-Dawg, Diggs, a BMF track
They made the call, y'all, they want the West back

I′m really not a rapper (rapper), I'm real, real street wit′ it
All I did was take my life and mix a lil'
I'm really not a rapper (rapper), I′m real, real street wit′ it
All I did was take my life and mix a lil' beat wit′ it

I'm tired of the games, I ain′t playin' no mo′
Get the fuck out the way, you ain't the man no more
It's a new nigga here, and his name is Diggs
And if it sounds like I′m talkin′ to you, I probably is
You niggas in the way, y'all holdin′ up the Bay
You niggas fuck wit' snitches, now what y′all wann' say?
Y′all take 'em on the road, y'all let ′em book ya shows
They sent by the Feds, man, to overlook you hoes


Family productions, that′s a police front
And if you fuck wit' the police, you a police punk
Told this nigga B-La, "Man, Tony′s a rat"
He say, "He ain't tell on me, man!" How phony is that
These rap cats is plastic, flipped liked a mattress
Do so much rappin′, these niggas tell wit' out askin′
I'm here for you, Cali, I know watchu need
Some good gangsta-ass music to go wit' your weed

I need my niggas and bitches to help me rep that
They made the call, y′all, they want the West back
S-Dawg, Diggs, a BMF track
They made the call, y′all, they want the West back

I'm really not a rapper (rapper), I′m real, real street wit' it
All I did was take my life and mix a lil′
I'm really not a rapper (rapper), I′m real, real street wit' it
All I did was take my life and mix a lil' beat wit′ it

If ′Pac was here, he'd probably pull a mag′ on you niggas (la-la-la-la, la-la)
Mac Dre, a rapper go bad on you niggas (bad on you niggas)
Cougnut, he'll be duckin′ you niggas (duckin' you niggas)
So what I′ma do, I'ma not fuck wit' you niggas (fuck wit′ you niggas)
See, this the Bay, mane, Romper Room, never on no funny shit (funny shit)
Do it in the street, I′ll show you what the money did
Made it off parole (parole), so now I'm ′bout to step it up (step it up)
Playin' wit′ some change, so of course I got my weapons up

Really ride a Range (Range), really fly them planes (planes)
Really been around the world wit' girls getting change (change)
See my shoestrings (strings), they tied and laced up (laced up)
And if I′m playin' poker (poker), I'm jokered and aced up (aced up)
Fa′sho thang (thang), and I ain′t losin' the movement
And if you want the West back, you better check what I′m doin'
This the last warnin′, you niggs better tighten up
Just gettin' started and Diggs ain′t gon' lighten up

I need my niggas and bitches to help me rep that
They made the call, y'all, they want the West back
S-Dawg, Diggs, a BMF track
They made the call, y′all, they want the West back

I′m really not a rapper (rapper), I'm real, real street wit′ it
All I did was take my life and mix a lil'
I′m really not a rapper (rapper), I'm real, real street wit′ it
All I did was take my life and mix a lil' beat wit' it

To whom it may concern
That′s right, Diggs is in the buildin′, yeah
This the last warnin' to you rap cats, man
I′m givin' it to you raw and uncut, man
′Cause I don't play, mayne, y′all know me, man
Been in the streets, man, been doin' this shit, man
I'm finna take it back to the ′80s in the Bay, though

Ya′mean? It's time for mu-fuckers, uh, clean these streets up, mayne
Got a lotta rats and roaches runnin′ around, bro
Na what I'm talkin′ 'bout? This family production shit, mayne
It′s so fake, uh, I dunno whatcha talkin' about, uh?
Ricky Schroder, undercover concert promoter
Yeah, man, he the police, man, real talk
Diggs, Thizz Entertainment, BMF, S-Dawg
Yeah, ah, what, ah