Lyrics:
Stones throwed Glass houses land of Ohlone If you black or brown They throw you out your own home 21st century But still trippin on old shit I'm on some
me out of the place I found my hope in The city i created My career in I am from land of ohlone Soil of I won't be forgotten Repping Vallejo because
Sprinkle 'em on avocado toast. I love the coast I love a breezy blast of laughter from the Mama Yemaya Ohlone land homie. You can't hold me You ain't on me
fry it like a stick of indo Hecho hecho hecho hecho everybody let’s go Native land Its Aztlan understand We Ohlone you phony Hollow rigatoni Theres
industries Y’all know I love my city been saying it way back City slicker to Quimby Rd, you can find on any map Like the Ohlone before me they tryna get me
changes Re-arranges But it's still the strangest It's what makes it famous From the old Ohlone post Gold rush barbary coast Saint Francis packs a dose You
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