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