Yeah, Funkdoobie in the house   1994, representing, keeping it real   One time      I stepped out the door and left undisturbed   I made the beer run and saw them hookers on the curb   Them pimps got the curls, rollers fancy fur coats   Talking to the brothers in the alley   The word of the party's at 7 and girls are with their babies   Kids are playing handball and it's about 80      I rolled out with T-Funk in the t-bird, pump the t-bass   Hell of course, then we made that u-turn   The doobie got rolled up, the homies had showed up   'Cause we made a left and saw the liquor store hold up   Stopped at the light, actin' like nothing happened   We went about our way, brothers domino slappin'   Pulled up on the side to see what girls were wearin'   T popped the top and had all the hookers starin'      On the real, the real, what the deal   For my brothas who live and die on the corner   On the real, the real, what the deal   For my brothas who live and die on the corner      On the real, the real, what the deal   For my brothas who live and die on the corner   On the real, the real, what the deal   For my brothas who live and die on the corner      Brothas shootin c-lo, try to meet expenses   Homies at the park tired, sleep on the benches   Standin' buy the pay phone, make the call to Ralph M   "Yo Ralph, what's up nigga?"   "Yo what up dawg?"   "What time you wanna get up tonight?"   "Around 10"   "Word"   "Yo, what's all that noise in the back man?"      Homies gettin' loud right in front of my buildin'   The street lights came on, a cool breeze feelin'   For the nights what I need, my aura feels specials   What's up to my neighbors, the day had settled   Brothers wanna hustle on the corner, schemin'   Then I ran back and got ready for that evenin'      On the real, the real, what the deal   For my brothas who live and die on the corner   On the real, the real, what the deal   For my brothas who live and die on the corner      On the real, the real, what the deal   For my brothas who live and die on the corner   On the real, the real, what the deal   For my brothas who live and die on the corner      I'm at the party drunk and my homies look dusted   The music was blastin', look here but what's this   I hear about a hooker who wants to get with T-Funk   The room was kinda hot, hallucinate and see 1   See 2 girls by the hallway, all day   Staring at my grill, these females wanna play      Girls, dim the lights and dance till the morning   My crew was in the house, saw these hookers tip-toein'   To the back with the homies, you know the rest   It was late that night after everyone had left   Some urled in the streets, others gave out their numbers   I then grabbed my coat, had the ride home covered   Leavin' with this girl from my block that I took   I said peace to the homies, now I'm out to hit the hooker      On the real, the real, what the deal   For my brothas who live and die on the corner   On the real, the real, what the deal   For my brothas who live and die on the corner      On the real, the real, what the deal   For my brothas who live and die on the corner   On the real, the real, what the deal   For my brothas who live and die on the corner