Mistah F.A.B. - N.E.W. Oakland lyrics

[Mistah F.A.B.] Yea yeah yeah look a man It's yo boy Fabby Davis Jr Of the mac pac man Yea I'm saying And uhh n***as be hatin on the Town mane So what I did put together the bosses from there area so We can really show how this sh** go mane Look uh [Hook] I got North got the East got the West with me So I suggest you n***as don't mess wit me So n***a be cool cause you don't wanna squabble We could do the fool but you want a problem Put that on something, I put that on fathers I put that on something, I put that on mammas I put that on something I put that on grancitas You run up on me get your man beat up! [Mistah F.A.B.] Bushrod, Gask**, 6 deuce, goldenville n***a its trill, pole boy, I'll tell you how it feel High off purple or we thizzin off a pill You think we square, we polar bears You doubt it if you want to but it's soldiers here Fabby Davis is the prince of the O The freestyle king man and everybody know And uh I is, down with Thizz Repping the Bay but you know its Town Biz My side been forgot about and that's what I'm hot about n***as they be hating but pimpin' that's what it's not about Its about gettin money gettin close to a mill So I got my n***as from the Ghost and the Ville You already know so don't ask what it do Scraper full of rippas when you see us sliding through [Hook] [G-Stack] We savvin' it ain't never having it You better run in the club when we grabbing it Cause we Townin', my n***as stay clownin 36 rounding, my n***as go down and You gotta all know where I'm from like Robert D Or like Felix Wayne or like Lil Dee I'm from the V I double-L A G E You must be deaf and dumb if you ain't heard of me We stack rise through ya hood like yeast Rolling through the North and the West but I reps that East When I'm throwing up my hood they mistake it for peace Cause I'm 2 fingers straight up cause I'm so OG And I'm rarely in the club cause I'm so low key But I'm all through these streets, like you don't know me If wasn't for the hood, what would I be? Another average motherf**er but I'll never be a s**a [Hook] [Bavgate] n***as wanna eat what I eat, wanna take my plate But I'm Bavgate, the king of the golden state I'm a g like khakis and corduroy I'mma BMR boy, no dork Hold black pack toys I ain't goofy leroy Yea I sent the decoy To jack you boy, And you don't want beef I'll spray ya convoy, For tryna see B Ill take you down boy, I'm from the West Where Huey P.Newton from, ba*tard this the Autobahn The feds think I'm taliban, 4 n***a's Snitched on me Like a telethon, sh**tt Bavgate right here back with the tommy gun And I'm accurate homie, like a And-1 [Hook] [Mistah F.A.B.] Yea y'all know man... You see, there you have it. Town Bidness at the fullest mane... North East West OakLand mane... Ya heard?! Yadadab**boo?! E-A-Ski, ay big cousin thank you for the beat mane, know what I'm saying? Yea we f**s wit it... YEEE YEE