Ant Banks - Streets of Oakland lyrics

Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Let's do this n***as in Oakland all day long Be pimpin' these hoes from dusk til dawn Making cash real fast and you know it's on Hanging on the streets of Oakland All we do is smoke that weed And drink brew on the ave till we get keyed And a little bit of head is all we need Hanging on the streets of Oakland Welcome to the danger zone, where the n***as don't play that Every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped 'Cause rat packers try to jack that a** From the jealousy that's built in the streets when you stack cash And they'll blast, hoping they can get get it Punk, so if you got it, you best to get with it Or quit it, 'cause n***as be flipping over dope And your friends might get you if you're slipping in Oakland Yeah, so don't play no punk-a** n***a close 'Cause they'll mash on your cash and get ghost And don't say Ant Banks didn't warn ya 'Bout the loced-a** gangstas k**ing in California That's where I'm from, n***a, rollin' in my G-ride Hey, you gonna see me slide when I'm on the Eastside Making all my f**ing gitnotes Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokes That's all we doing is the town is seeing b**hes clowning Kicking back getting high lounging It really doesn't matter what you do, yo chillin' with your crew You're sipping on a brew, you're pimpin' b**hes too And the sh** don't bother me if that's how it's gotta be Then macking these hoes should be equality See, the game goes deep when you're rolling Hanging on the streets of Oakland n***as in Oakland all day long Be pimpin' these hoes from dusk til dawn Making cash real fast and you know it's on Hanging on the streets of Oakland All we do is smoke that weed And drink brew on the ave till we get keyed And a little bit of head is all we need Hanging on the streets of Oakland Nighttime falls and everybody's perking No punks around so no funks occurring But the sideshow's back and everybody's flossing In they ride trying to side and all the freaks are tossing And brother with bump, trunk of funk is knocking Candy paint on they ride, it keeps the b**hes jocking Knowing you's a balling-a** n***a everybody hates Rolling in the town with a pound straight dropping weight Blowing up like dynamite Selling weed, yey, angel dust, hop, and China white f** it, you're making duckets, never riding buckets Playing punk b**hes like puppets Yo, but there's a lot of fake counterfeit macks Playa hating on they homies trying to dry cat To look good for the hoes, man these n***as ain't joking Boy, you get that a** smoked in Oakland n***as in Oakland all day long Be pimpin' these hoes from dusk til dawn Making cash real fast and you know it's on Hanging on the streets of Oakland All we do is smoke that weed And drink brew on the ave till we get keyed And a little bit of head is all we need Hanging on the streets of Oakland Aw yeah, The Coup is up in here And we be talking about the real Motherf**as know that we know, that they know, that we know the deal Now the originality of our principality is that we don't play the pimp But the reality of our locality and you'll learn this gradually Is that motherf**as do this sh** to pay their rent But here's a hint: how we gonna get it straight when we bent? sh**, see I ain't never had sh** but my stripes and my game and my life And all them's just hand downs from my grandaddy Yeah, I'm living large kidding with Ant Banks But I'm still hustling food stamps for my candy apple red Caddy Alright