Lyrics:
the mic I always set trends
Either you see with bitches, or Im rolling with pimps
Brook-laan to Oakland, I keep smokin'
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes
as well learn
I'd be the first motherfucker to tell you I got burned
So I retired, started all over again
I put the game down like an Oakland pimp
big but you better believe that if you slip
You're bound to get jumped and smoked in a place called Oakland
Do you know about my city, the city
California
Yeah, fo sho, fo sho (yeah, Oakland niggas in this motherfucker, now)
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore
California
We from the East Side
From Oakland to Sac-town, the Bay Area, and back down
Cali is where they put their mack down, give me love
California (California) knows how to party
'Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin'
Rollin in a drop-top straight high-sidin'
On you, boy, I'm poppin' the most
I come from Oakland don't play
coming straight from Oakland, see-A
Ain't no other way, like my girl Shante
She lives in Atlanta, but she comes from the Bay
Let me hit that hometown
not jokin'
Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland
Got way mo' bitches than I ever need
I put that on a big fat bag of weed
Cause I can give you
can't be found
They ain't fuckin' with $hort Dog
Cause I'm from Oakland
You fuck with us bitch, somethin' gettin' broken
Your leg, arm, jaw, nose,
can get me some
She'll lick on these nuts and then make me cum
Get real freaky, had her pussy wet
Ease on in like an Oakland vet
Lay your ass down
Yeah! That's how we do it in Oaktown, baby
$hort Dog's on the microphone
Straight from the East Side
I'm a player, bitch, Oakland style
They
and Sunnyside
Like Sobrante Park and Brookefield
East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Five years ago I continued to rock
And if you haven't yet heard my name
It
what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of LA
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they
Coast war is now history
Feel me? then picture me rollin' with
Niggas from Hoboken to Oakland
Puttin' it down more potent than
That shit you're smokin'
Don't make me pop the fucking trunk bitch
(heeey) to these punk police
They don't know me
You're fucking with the Oakland OG
And yo it's true I wasn't
to coast ya see
but right now we're based in Oakland (Odis: Oakland)
Everywhere we go we leave the microphone smokin'
Yo bro I'm not jokin'
Leave MC's
won't bow down to no man
Say what you say, but give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sac-town, the Bay
oakland no raiders , I got plug on the westside, he cater...
Might take a trip to decatur , hop off the plane know I'm drippin wit flavor...
Please do no
Even gave me a new name
Even when it felt the same, oh the same
When you took me out in Oakland and I held your hand
You were brighter than the setting
to say
To the rest of the world
From Oakland to the rest of the world
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I hope this reaches you in good health
You order something on the ice
I'm missing out on gettin lit forgettin' nights
You in Oakland I'm way more So Cal
6 am but the boy need to
Yeah, you
the streets
I struggled to survive I push hard put my faith in god to feed my family pushing my life through these bars
East Oakland is my stomping grounds wit
A real West Oakland nigga all you bitches see it
You either got it or you don't it ain't no inbetweening
You see the glow up was impeccable they
live against the grain
Oakland niggaz we be off the chain
Chyna White and Too $hort play the game, whatchu say?
[White] It ain't the same baby, shit done
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