Konu - We in the bay lyrics

We in the bay, that's where I reside My coconut shack, in the back of the burg up in the coco Gone off whatever I got I'm comfy in my spot Drinking and smoking and writing rhymes See I'm from California, out in the east bay Where we grow potey ropey, over where we stay Call it k**ah cali, potency shrubbery There's no release of morsels, kick me some dubery My white T smelling like black and mild smoke Cigarettes and bomb there and much hope But see I need my vices to cope n******go Block living in the town so critical It's so hot with no sun what the hell What's going on, explanation you can tell We in the bay, that's where I reside My coconut shack, in the back of the burg up in the coco Gone off whatever I got I'm comfy in my spot Drinking and smoking and writing rhymes We in the bay, that's where I reside My coconut shack, in the back of the burg up in the coco Gone off whatever I got I'm comfy in my spot Drinking and smoking and writing rhymes This atmospheric pressure, is pushing on my dome Cause everywhere turn go chickadies in need of bone Well why not give it to ‘em, cause some don't qualify But the one's that do get bamboo and a lovely ride Like a 9.5, booty nui susu perking, body banging lips juicy like they're used to working Any kind pinay to white or black or island pa**ion, latina Indian to asian over here we smashing We speak that freaky tales like short in the day, and illustrate ‘em in our rhymes so you can picture the Way. We get's down over hear from CoCo to Sko Vellejo so San Jo Nickel dime you know We in the bay, that's where I reside My coconut shack, in the back of the burg up in the coco Gone off whatever I got I'm comfy in my spot Drinking and smoking and writing rhymes We in the bay, that's where I reside My coconut shack, in the back of the burg up in the coco Gone off whatever I got I'm comfy in my spot Drinking and smoking and writing rhymes See I got back from the islands in that state of mind Got caught slipping on the soil with no heat of mine But felt a 9 to my dome fool what you got I'm back in Cali now, damn I forgot That it's Fist fights and turf war, hoe slaps and much more 44s and 45s busting through your front door Bacon invasions if you pushing that weight Somewhere along the line you made a mistake But that's damn near everywhere you go I'm just telling you my story so you know We in the bay, that's where I reside My coconut shack, in the back of the burg up in the coco Gone off whatever I got I'm comfy in my spot Drinking and smoking and writing rhymes We in the bay, that's where I reside My coconut shack, in the back of the burg up in the coco Gone off whatever I got I'm comfy in my spot Drinking and smoking and writing rhymes