Lyrics
Aye tell me who these outsiders in my hood
Talking about outsiders in the speaker's neighborhood and questioning their presence.
I was gone in California tryna make good
Reflecting on a period spent in California, aiming for success or improvement.
Now they bringing cameras in when it's turnt down
Noticing cameras appearing when things calm down, contrasting with the absence during rough times.
But when we was hugging corners they was not around
Recalling a time when the speaker and friends were on the streets, contrasting with the current situation.
My knuckles got the proof I was really there
Physical evidence on the speaker's knuckles suggests their active participation in street life.
They never called me Slo, they would call me Bear
Nickname "Bear" used, possibly signifying strength or toughness.
Every morning sipping Mickey's something in the air
Describing daily activities, such as drinking Mickey's, creating a vivid atmosphere.
Uncle Ki'i outside Sitting in his chair
Introducing Uncle Ki'i, a character in the speaker's environment.
My lil homey Loma had the DVD's
Loma's possession of DVDs, hinting at a connection to a shared experience or lifestyle.
His pops used to shoot us hella shit for free
Loma's father offering support or advice without charge.
My homies spreading crack rocks on the trees
References to illegal activities among the speaker's friends.
Primo was the movement back in '03
Mention of "Primo" as a significant influence or movement in 2003.
I spit about the real, started with the shake
Starting to rap about real experiences, beginning with humble origins.
Moved up to the pillows boy you hella fake
Progressing in life, moving from basic experiences ("shake") to more comfortable ones ("pillows").
Dirt all on my boots baby hella weight
Symbolic weight on boots implies the speaker carries the burden of their experiences.
Futuristic on that mob shit, you hella late
Adopting a futuristic and assertive attitude, criticizing those who imitate but are late.
Get em out the set keep em outside
Repetition of the chorus emphasizing the theme of keeping outsiders away, maintaining respect, and avoiding trouble.
Cuh, who that in my jects keep em outside
-Nah they ain't got respect keep em outside
-Never rode, Won't unload keep em outside
-Get em out the set keep em outside
-Cuh, who that in my jects keep em outside
-Nah they ain't got respect keep em outside
-Never rode, Won't unload keep em outside
-My pops tried his best but we in the set
-OG's coming home see me as a threat
-They sitting on the whip tryna G check
-Seventeen, had to ride about my respect
-My young homey freak had the A-1
-Black honda with the semi auto hand gun
-I had to pull a liq just to get a grip
-Cause all this double shift shit ain't paying shit
-I been up in the field you don't understand
-Reporting hood stories Jai Cunningham
-You see me at the party all I do is plot
-Play the Wall wait to strike get you for your gwap
-I ain't the type to spend it on a new chain
-I invest it in the work and make it do thangs
-Shout out to my plug always held me down
-I'm the realest mother fucker out of Hi-Town
-Get em out the set keep em outside
-Cuh, who that in my jects keep em outside
-Nah they ain't got respect keep em outside
-Never rode, Won't unload keep em outside
-Get em out the set keep em outside
-Cuh, who that in my jects keep em outside
-Nah they ain't got respect keep em outside
-Never rode, Won't unload keep em outside
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