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PERFORMING ARTISTS
2nd II None
2nd II None
Performer
DJ Quik
DJ Quik
Keyboards
Robert "Fonksta" Bacon, Jr.
Robert "Fonksta" Bacon, Jr.
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Barnett
D. Barnett
Composer
K. McDonald
K. McDonald
Composer
D. Blake
D. Blake
Composer
DJ Quik
DJ Quik
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
2nd II None
2nd II None
Co-Producer
DJ Quik
DJ Quik
Producer
S. Freehill
S. Freehill
Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Let's take a trip on the other side of the land
With things ain't planned for the average man
You can be a young brother who's rollin'
And now things so good that you're holdin'
Big bank, top rank
Mister too cold who got all the hoes
Pushin' hard to keep from bein' bound
'Cause there's always somebody tryna bring you down
Try to run a scheme on what you got
'Cause what you got, them **** jot
Women love it and brothers hate it
They just can't stand to see you make it
A girl can be your main downfall
She don't take half, the ho takes all
Now check to see how your card are dealt
And stay true to yourself
[Verse 2]
Keep cool, little girl
You got what you deserved
Don't copycat when a rich ho splurge
'Cause yo, you might break yourself
Tryna keep up with somebody else
Waitin' for the mailman to bring you a check
(Money all gone) Now you're a wreck
Takin' your friends out for a big feast
You wanna treat and you don't even eat
Lookin' all stupid with a messed up grin
Tryna be nice so you can fit in
Huh, couldn't get your hair done
Now you're unhappy 'cause your head all nappy
And it's a shame you ain't got no money
Girl, that shit ain't funny
No friends to cope, you got with the dope
Wasn't true, now it ain't no hope
Shoulda been true to yourself (Six, five, four, three, two, one, go)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, run it down, run it down
[Verse 4]
Mama always told me there'll be days like this
On top of all this bullshit
Never, ever let a young girl make you
Let alone a ho break you
Being strong in the mind will make you a true
And make you jack no one and make them jack you
Yo, K, come express how you feel
Show 'em how to be real
[Verse 5]
True, open your eyes and look
The best friend might be the crook
You solved the case but you still winded up
Sayin' nothing, yet that's your best friend
Till the end, now he in trouble
Where's the friend? He left with a ho
And you're stuck, outta luck
Nobody else helps, you shoulda been true to yourself
[Verse 6]
Ayo, Quik, why don't you show 'em you're true to these tables
[Verse 7]
Yeah, this shit goes out to all them people
Who ain't true to theyself
Runnin' up behind somebody else, followin' in they shadow
Get on your own tip, fools
And stay out the next man nuts
We out
Written by: D. Barnett, D. Blake, K. McDonald
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