Rafael Casal - Bay Area Slang Top 100 lyrics

[Intro] This for all the treal, real talk, young bosses Pushin' a hard line out in B-Town, The O, The Rich The Sco, Valley Jo, The Tank, San Jo' Tha-whole-damn-yay, better know, I see you [Verse] The Bay done gave out presents like it was Christmas Picked up and said but by so many towns But they don't give us our due, for providing you With slang for all of your mouths Y'all runners and rippers, beezies and marks That's ho's, b**hes, punks of all sorts Just tryin' to make scratch, guap, that's cash Used to say bread, but gave it to New York Y'all lightweight, ga**ed, but I'm gonna smash Means you think you boss, but I'm murkin' yo a** And murkin' is k**ing, I'm moving too fast But try to keep up, cause our slang never lasts We doin it movin', giggin', and ghostin' While thizzin' and yokin', scrapin' sideshowin' That's dancing and popping a pill that's purple Spinning the wheel and driving in circles And Oakland The O, Berkeley, that's B-Town And out to The Sco Got no business in The Rich then don't go In the land of yayo Where it's molly and barney, we sparkin' that dro Where we all say fa sho, which turned to fa sheez Which turned to fa shizzle, y'all stole all of these Now it's whatitdo, what's really good I'm thinking about it comes out as mightcould Y'all so outa pocket, true player haters Who took "player haters" and claimed as theirs Ironic, so outa' frame Just like the stunners that pop up in verses all over the game Mouthpiece, let me spit at this bopper Rewind, mouthpiece means I'm quite the quick talker Real tough, real talk, real spit cuz cuz But cuddie don't say cuz to the real bloods bloods Otherwise they might pull out the burner And then they might what? Yeah, they might murk ya, I'm glad you're a learner Don't trip, just get you a zip, or maybe twomp Man, a dubb sack playa, that's a $20 sack, pymp Saw you pop your collar But when you tried to place where it originate at Ain't not a one of y'all holla But fine, don't acknowledge D-boys came out by E-40 in '94 man, I put that on mamas Put that on sithas Smash on any non-believers from any other regions Bending them corners, nocks gotta get served Pockets is touchin', but I might want to get swerved Choosing on a skully who might fly me to boston And gimmie a stack to go stewie 'til I'm on one And I don't have time to break down what I'm talkin' But it's intuitive, that's why we reinvent it often So quit cupcakin', get your cake up If you want to put shoes on your scraper Cause game recognize game, to a giant it's a small thing Find a bopper givin' all brain If I see you slip, I might pull a lick Take off on any weak jay cat meanmuggin' out the whip How much you got on it? Bet a new five I'm stunting, getting molded in a whoride Sippin' on Hen, ya smell me Might ya-did-I-mean If I want you to agree with what I'm speaking on, you feel me Posted up 'til the homie swoop, scoop Round the wayway Where there's no fingerprints when you're making loot L.I.P's and spit no fear Thought your city made it up, lemme get this clear We got yo '09 slang wish list here But you can't have these, there's no gifts this year Bietch [Outro] Just go ahead and marinate on that for 'bout 5 hours By the time you snatch a couple we already be doin' it movin' Politicin', shaking hands & kissing babies You already know, Bay Area all day, I thought you thought Bruh bruh Oh boy