Lyrics:
Laying birds out off of what
I'm singing on drums
I go (DUMB) like we visiting East Oakland
And buzzin' off the alcohol
But still it's thought provoking
the Oakland Raiders
Twenty-two platinum Rollie cost a hundred
No debatin'
I ain't fucked up about it, if she throw it
I won't take it
I done hit the coldest
Niggas tellin' but we be still sellin'
That's why she wanna fuck with a felon
I catch a nigga slippin'
Draw down and split his melon
I'm a West Oakland
cirtain
These bitches unfaithful
And these niggas ungreatful
Bout this east Oakland shit
Bitch Philthy been a staple
You only get one chance to
Give a first
at the show
I remember Carolina
I remember being home
I remember California
San Francisco Bay
All my buddies live in Oakland
You know the arts don't pay
I
'cause what I'm rollin' potent
Pop-up shop in Houston, next day, catch me at the show in Oakland
Crankin' off a Addy, my bitch whinin', tryna' blow my
a kush clouds (uh huh)
From Portland down to San Diego
Unnu hear say my kush loud
Yeah it’s a kush storm (what a kush storm)
From Oakland back to Seatown
and asked if I could crash
With her and her old lady in Oakland until I got some cash
She said, “Boss, right now itu0027s a little crowded up in here”
“But
can spend a roll
Look at my ice, this shit be
Blinging, middle of the Summer
But I'm still cold
Fly out to Oakland, check
Out my groves, yeah, drugs
a glock on my side and it came with a drum (with a drum)
I just pulled up to Oakland, finna get dumb (get dumb)
Hundred-band juggy, I spent one (spent
family
Oakland city represent, address me as your majesty
Yeah you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown
I smoke a million Swisher blunts
playin'
The graveyard jockey is on the air sayin'
"Here's a new hot band outta Oakland..."
And it's the sound
Of my way out
We make noise
What else
Oakland playin')
The world is moving everywhere but here,
so load the van. Destination: Nowhere Near
I want to be on the road again
I want to be
Oakland nothin' better than some sloppy bed wetters
Makin' out while chewin' cheeto cheddar, such go-getters
But my ho from St. Louie by the name of Julie
Lord, have mercy, street niggaz pray
Now let me hit the streets so my kids could eat
Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, long beach
All the thugs in
Ignorance has no significance in life
Ripe in the sun, Californian born in Oakland
Hard-spoken gentlemen, Journeymen, Mystik twist it
Emcees come wack, like
kids could eat
Compton! Oakland! Inglewood! Long Beach!
All the thugs in the street got love for me
Hollis! South Side! B.K.! Q.B.!
I don't give
Knoxville
Phoenix, Raleigh, Oakland, Mobile
Providence, Washington, Baltimore, Austin
Lafayette, Atlanta, Los Angeles, and Boston
Well, I smoked my
Throat out last night
Hoping you'd call
Or just stop by
Now, I'm wheezing
Like the Oakland sky
Feeling like
The rusted tracks
hang
Born and raised in the bay
Oakland Cali-forn-I-A
[Chorus]
[Passion]
Why you want to beat me you know you can't see me
Pimpin ain't easy,
comb
where hustlas get they money gone
Oakland ain't no joke, we all no it ain't no funny bone
a public enemy
not even a friend of me
the Mobb, will
get down
I be freakin' you down
To the mornin'
Born in Oakland, California
We don't be jokin' wit you bitches, I warn ya
I'm all up on ya like
gaze, to the Oakland Bay =
Bridge. (Could that be you honey, way over on that side? Flashin' a =
Signal to me, down by Pier 39, 'cause if I only knew, I'd
and leave her
Oakland hustler, never been a busta
Make way for the nine-trey, I'm coming motherfucka
Straight from the 6-9, the final line village
Doing
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