Lyrics:
the projects wit' some Crips, I ain't never ever tradin'
Really in the field like a Oakland Raider
Out the Caddy, he be whippin' the uzi
Get a mattress and we
Pockets Full like I
Come from Oakland City
Yeah we flexin', no we not stressin'
Bitch was trippin'
She started makin' some blessings
Poppin' tags, I just
a dance
Go drunk every night
Mind mi haffi wait fi you a
Oakland a di stoplight yuh
Dead if you nuh run follow
Di barber track life
How you fi seh mi nuh
push out to
Reservations, bout to fly out to Vagas
Throw a duse on a four, and a Baby
I'm at Oakland like I play for the Raiders
Wrist sick, it kind
like a escalator
Wearing all-black Oakland Raider
Screaming run your shit 'fore they AK ya
Begging for your life hoping
They don't spray ya
Shoulda left
a cave
Who is pitching for the Oakland Raiders
Striking out the batter she became
Every man is made of two opinions
Every woman has a second half
And it's
When somebody dies, you gotta pay the moroners, moroners
[Chorus - 2X]
[Tony Yayo]
Chi-Town, money make the world go round
Oakland, money make
from Oakland to Portland
K mi nuh buss it with both hand a
One hand it sound sweet like Beres Hammond
soft like a feather
Me and my bitch wear designer together
In any weather booty soft like a feather
Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat!
I'm in Oakland with my
it built time
Confidential info on bonds
Them ain't my kind
Cascade, West End, Oakland City, my side
Niggas wanna be me, they scared as hell
They send
in the back like Oakland
And tell a hoe, "Give me room" like Roslin
No excuse for the use of the potion
Nigga, we just out here tryna function
Gold
They ain't even make a lot of these, you know I had to snatch it
I just jumped out and bought a Hellcat, ain't talkin' 'bout no Scat
We them Oakland
(Red)
Ey, ha, what
I'm going 17 every year
East Oakland boy
But my bitches think I'm cavalier
Been quick giving a fuck
Many months ago
In
to fuckin' on the tour bus
Packed up an' went back to Oakland
Finally, it's out in the open
I gave you the whole beauty to hope in
Don't hold your breath
pot holes
Pimping like nigga from Oakland
Getting blood money with the niggas that be locing
This is for the hot girls
Go ahead, heat it up don't stop
I'm doin' somethin', stay wit' it
I sport the Oakland A fitted
'Cause it's moneyball and I'm throwin' funny
But all the kids will go get it, god dammit
the same?
I be feeling all this money but motherfuck the fame
It's the young Bino, I'm in your bae like Oakland
In my bed out of breath I never been this open
I heard he be sippin' on green and yellow like he really support Oakland
When I'm high I don't like to be social
But for you I did it to get
I'm talkin' 'bout?
Mr tommy Johnson, Killa, huh
And my nigga, Boosie
I gotta holla at my people in Oakland
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Huh
My nigga
ever do
In a different time, on a different floor
I might mourn the loss of who I'm not anymore
So I'm driving out to Oakland for a good look back
This ain't no Reggie 'cause the flame rise from Oakland
I used to play with pistols and crack houses
Skipping school just to fuck bitches on dirty
California ridin' dirty, fools in Oakland ridin' dirty
My fool Spice ridin' dirty, I know that fool Brad ridin' dirty
And Big Mike ridin' dirty, and all my
California ridin' dirty, fools in Oakland ridin' dirty
My fool Spice ridin' dirty, I know that fool Brad ridin' dirty
And Big Mike ridin' dirty, and all my
'04, I look arrogant
I switched whips three times for the hell of it
And I was just in '24, so it's evident
I'm in Oakland with Alchemist and Evidence
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