Oakland, California….USA. (parental advisory is advised)
Oakland, CALI/ land of the rich/ not of the wealthy/ crabs in a bucket/pullin you down/ all the way from dirty ass International/straight thru the heart of downtown/bitches walk around with they nose n the air/not because they bad/but cuz they smell that purple money/niggas gutta bitch hungry/now, dont get me confused/i love Oakland, WE THE BEST/but Khalid didnt use in his anthem WE DA BEST/most Bay niggas dnt understand what it means to leave the coop/what it means to leave the stoop/what it means to leave to corner/what they say, "come anew"/ a mentality check and change is well overdue/cuz how u gon get better/if a new life aint what u tryna pursue?/u watch ya nigga die/watch they mamas cry/then u say lets get get active/lets fuck that nigga up/make him less attractive/we on a "knockout mission"/a nigga get u, u gotta get him, its tradition/nigga y dnt u slow the fuck dwn, rewind, and listen/ livin n this place has created a different kind/produced a different kind of image/its placed spores in my mind
dnt try to come to the town in act like sumn u not/cuz a bullshit muthafucka is quick to get shot/half the niggas n jail is hella fuckin rottin/dead in the mind/paranoia plottin/not realizin they have no legacy/so they quickly forgotten/forgettin bout the ONLY BEGOTTIN/prayin to they pistol/forgettin bout the Son, they pants below they ankles/ fuckers toting that heavy automatic gun/not realizin the Victory is ours/the battle is already won/if u not a souljah (soul jehovah)/u must not b that one/you just an Oakland Baby/Crack mainy 80's baby/ghostin the whip and doin lazy crazies/all the way down foothill/to the shady 80's/believin in the strife life/focusin on boppa bitches/rachet fuckn hoes/no oakland nigga ride wit L's so shits always repo'd/”Fuck wit it boys”/down to the grimy parts/niggas ridin round wit they boys on they heart/u cant tell the soft ones from the hard ones anymore/niggas would rather murder n kill, then be hungry n december/robbin fuckn truck stops/so they can eatn plentiful n november/poppin pills/sellin dope/is how they make a livin/wonderin why these babies come out wit broken hearts n carnal minds/n u tell me who was slippin?/bitch it was u/u fuckd up ya life/tryna be a dumbass hoe/instead of a Queen a wife....
seems like yestaday/beauty supply rippa slippas/pro style gel/everyday is yestaday/fa the niggas waitin in jail/waitin n wonderin/y the fuck did i go that route/wonderin if they eva gon see daylight/if santa rita gon let em out/mamas smokin wit dey sons/daddys showin babies how to kill/fa youngstas younga den me/tonight is proly gonna b dey last meal/outta pocket/hyphy/call it what u may/but i swear when i see a niggas pants below his ankles/i call a nigga gay/i call a bitch stupid when she sit around and play/play these muthafuckn games/with these no name nigga lames/i swear the entire Oakland usta b so precious/but it seems as though erybody more comfortable with the hand sewn webs of deception/please dont get me started on this City of Death/it was a City of Power once/A city of Change/now its a city of struggle/no longer a union/Black Panthers dont even wanna come back/there will b no jungle reunion/i hate the smell when you walk down San Pablo/bitches pissin erywhere/but if u gotta go u gotta go/i wish things were different/i wish i could b proud of where i stay/but until then ima put this tape back n, press stop, and replay.
dnt try to come to the town in act like sumn u not/cuz a bullshit muthafucka is quick to get shot/half the niggas n jail is hella fuckin rottin/dead in the mind/paranoia plottin/not realizin they have no legacy/so they quickly forgotten/forgettin bout the ONLY BEGOTTIN/prayin to they pistol/forgettin bout the Son, they pants below they ankles/ fuckers toting that heavy automatic gun/not realizin the Victory is ours/the battle is already won/if u not a souljah (soul jehovah)/u must not b that one/you just an Oakland Baby/Crack mainy 80's baby/ghostin the whip and doin lazy crazies/all the way down foothill/to the shady 80's/believin in the strife life/focusin on boppa bitches/rachet fuckn hoes/no oakland nigga ride wit L's so shits always repo'd/”Fuck wit it boys”/down to the grimy parts/niggas ridin round wit they boys on they heart/u cant tell the soft ones from the hard ones anymore/niggas would rather murder n kill, then be hungry n december/robbin fuckn truck stops/so they can eatn plentiful n november/poppin pills/sellin dope/is how they make a livin/wonderin why these babies come out wit broken hearts n carnal minds/n u tell me who was slippin?/bitch it was u/u fuckd up ya life/tryna be a dumbass hoe/instead of a Queen a wife....
seems like yestaday/beauty supply rippa slippas/pro style gel/everyday is yestaday/fa the niggas waitin in jail/waitin n wonderin/y the fuck did i go that route/wonderin if they eva gon see daylight/if santa rita gon let em out/mamas smokin wit dey sons/daddys showin babies how to kill/fa youngstas younga den me/tonight is proly gonna b dey last meal/outta pocket/hyphy/call it what u may/but i swear when i see a niggas pants below his ankles/i call a nigga gay/i call a bitch stupid when she sit around and play/play these muthafuckn games/with these no name nigga lames/i swear the entire Oakland usta b so precious/but it seems as though erybody more comfortable with the hand sewn webs of deception/please dont get me started on this City of Death/it was a City of Power once/A city of Change/now its a city of struggle/no longer a union/Black Panthers dont even wanna come back/there will b no jungle reunion/i hate the smell when you walk down San Pablo/bitches pissin erywhere/but if u gotta go u gotta go/i wish things were different/i wish i could b proud of where i stay/but until then ima put this tape back n, press stop, and replay.
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