J.E.D. (415) - Female F.E.D. lyrics

[Verse 1] I would hope that you are clue-in' this, ‘cause I'm pursuin' this My manager's money, keeps me doin' this I'm a Trojan when it comes to rhyme I'd be a Bulova if I were made to keep time But I'm a rapper, so my title is an M.C I'm from the O-A-K-L-A-N-D Sunny California if you know what I mean West Coast, baby boy, where the walls are clean Uzis packed, so don't talk smack The crew's 12-deep, you're bound to get jacked Makin' money, yes, in the city of O Wakin' up every morning tryna clock that dough So many gifts from the grind Ragtop Beamers to the drop 6-9 I can't walk a block without my gat And the reason being: it's just like that Payin' lawyers case after case And to soothe the pain, I need the studio's ba** Every day I read the news, dope game blues Two brothas k**ed on a joyride cruise Front-page story, way too heavy Teenagers found dead in a 6-9 Chevy [Verse 2] Just the other day, I don't why I got at this woman in a Samurai Her jeep was red, the top was white We made a date for Saturday night Well, Saturday came and I just couldn't wait To take this girl on a hot date So I took a trip to the mall To get a fresh brand new kit, shoes and all Wad in my pocket, about 2 G's Conrad's beepin', jockin' me Too much business and too little time It's a quarter to 8 and my date's at 9 Should I kick it with the money or should I wait? With a pocket full of cash, I'd sure feel great Rushed to the house, showered, changed my clothes Then I got my butler to clean the vogues The Beamer's cool, but it's too legit So on this mission, I'll squat Biarritz Got to her house one minute late She opened up the door lookin' great Her hair real long and the outfit Guess But me in the kit, I was way too fresh I led her to the door, politely opened the door Reserved dinner, and then we flew to the show When the show was over, it was time to eat But in my pants, I felt my meat Startin' to grow to a larger size As I stared at her creamy thighs She didn't say much but she asked a lot That's when I thought it was a plot Could a girl like her fall for me? Of course But I kept thinkin' she was part of the force So we skipped dinner and went to her room A brotha like me, I couldn't wait to groom Within ten minutes, I'd be in the cooler Pumpin' and pantin' like a raw old schooler ‘Cause that's just part of the Oakland game Ten minutes to the cooler and I don't know the name She gave her name, then dropped the Guess The big camisole sure did impress I pumped for hours and fell asleep And woke up straight in questioning I was steamin', my face dark red Got juiced for a date with a female fed So they questioned me, answered my pager's calls And this was the start of my downfall I got 7-to-10 for tax evasion But I got away with three because of lawyer's persuasion Three years went by, pockets way in the red My first phone call was to a man named JED He hooked me up with some studio time ‘Cause he knew I had more than a talent to rhyme D dropped some beats, I added some lyrics And now it's on the market so the people can hear it She was a female fed (x2)