Lyrics:
that shit y'all, that's how we do it in East
Oakland, you know what I'm sayin', Dangerous Crew representin', next
Generation step up baby.
Baby D
with Oakland bitches
They say you hella boosie, roll a backwood up with them cookies
I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to back
It's
Ok, we're on the air live from Lake Merit in Oakland, California
We'll have exclusive coverage of Gutfest '89
I'm Ted Casey, and we're gonna go
I remember when you and me used to ball, we had it all, and we took a fall
[Verse One]
I came up in cokeland, better known as Oakland
your weed could
don't want no mo',
But she still down wit me cuz I raised that ho
Found a bitch in East Oakland broke silly and young,
Don't let her fool ya playa, she
time
Sheæ?¯ still waitinand disapateinThat oakland lady she drives me crazy
Sheæ?¯ three times the lady
but now Iæ?¦ just lazy
three times as much
notch, I keep her
Tall ass models, skinny and shit, big tities, short and thick
All complexions, different nationalities
Pimp game from from east oakland
Rick got his dope from the CIA
A new kind of baller out in sunny Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin this
Oakland got a taste and all over
Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland crew
They say, "Bobby Ray, the older you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a little caught up exposing truths
I used
savage mode, I don't give a fuck
East Oakland, yeah, that's what I'm reppin' nigga—these dudes ain't bout it bout it
Pullin' up in that old school; gonna
ain't doing what I'm doing my doors tall Patrick Ewing
Urkel purple pass the cushion straight from Oakland
It just flew in if I bust the package open you
Late night coolin' with my homies
Drinkin' Hennessey an' cold brew
After smokin' stopped in Oakland
Got the munchies for some soul food
So we
did it!
He made me with it!
Court is in session, $hort
And you've been indicted
Hoe trusta Oakland busta
And you gets no love from the gutter
See we
spokesman, I know niggaz
In East side Oakland all the way to Brooklyn
And they love my shitty drawers, what you smokin'?
Think you got the balls, nigga I'm
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
a gun)
From Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego
Seattle to Florida
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
Maine to Ma**, haha
the "old" scene "beamin' it" slow
Talkin' that shit five niggas on the four
Drive crazy, tryin' to tear up shit
It's just another day in Oakland bitch
It
right to the end
But I'm a tell you like it is, I'll never do it again
I'm from East Oakland, I'm an ice-cold player
Born to Mack and got women
And sent her out to go pick up some work from Oakland
Uh, yeah I'm doing 180 down Elvis Presley Blvdd
Got a trap house 'round the corner from Elvis Presley
they can't be the creator
I'm a legend, feel like Will Smith, can you be my Jada?
And I'm in the Oakland Audi looking like a Raider
When the Migos in
off dope fiends
I know you know what I mean
Making big money, living stoned to the bone
Oakland, California is where we roam
Hitting this corner,
back then, I was just sayin' my name
I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California with some new shit
quit
I had a flash back it was the Oakland Raiders at the Colliseum we ain't
Nuttin' but playas
Diamonds glistenin' hoes whistlin'
Bitches know my name
tell a lie
Nigga you all straight lines and fo' corners
Squarer than a motherfucker, Oakland California
That's where I got my name, I never could change
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