San Quinn - Northern California lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah, yeah It's Northern California cranking off the hook Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look [Verse 1] Too $hort '85, girl that's your life smoking on that gla** pipe Had me paying attention my cousin losing weight fast Like apartments crooked in Lakeview, Grandma stayed across the street Playing hoop in the gym when I heard the Cougar speak Voice deep spitting rap said he was rolling, dippin' sick Snakeskin on top of the 'Ville and that was eighty-six I was nine, then came eighty-nine Then came Richie Rich and D-Loc Oakland's 4-1-5 Groupie a** b**h tried to get a baller from the sideshow And tried to be apart of MC Hammer's stage show Hammer had MTV locked before Nelly and Will I'm telling you this is real He sold seventeen mil Digital Underground, Money B, Fuse, and Shock Refuel the rap world by introducing Pac From the same spot slang rocks wrote raps on the same soil Check the next verse I'll spit more game for you [Chorus] It's Northern California cranking off the hook Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look They juke, hit banks and rank high in the pen Rest in peace to every one that's not here [Verse 2] Richie Rich got cracked early nineties with a half a thing Heavy in that rap game still getting that dough MC Hammer bought helicopters from the cops from the O Probably pushing that sh** (shhhh), probably keeping it low Mac Dre put Vallejo on the map first in The Bay You can tell me something good, if you know what to say A Richmond cat named Filthy Phil made player hating a statement Then he got even more famous When he gave it to a cop trying to stop him On some true bay thug sh**, pulled his sh** quick and popped him I watched him on America's Most I watched him put out a tape called the Manhunt and the n***a got ghost Mac Dre still doing his thang, instead his Romper Room gang Was robbing banks, media tried to ruin his name Got convicted seven year in the feds And about this time started writing them rhymes And about this time the year was ninety one I'm in the studio laying raps only for fun Selling crack doing strong armed robberies at ATM's Ninth grade high school always in the gym My verses getting props in the bleachers Spitting verbal heaters finna be on the shelf next season Check the next verse I got more to say About the real element going down in The Bay [Chorus] Northern California where the rappers crooks Rappers locked down for years got they fame took We made game made n***as put the world in fear You better know that it's real out here [Verse 3] Spice One ninety-one ninety-two had the East Bay shining Spitting about that k**ing that jacking and that grinding Then came 40 'I'm tired of being stepped on' Mr. Flamboyant, here our respect come 2Pac dropped 2Pacalypse Now, nine-one Brenda got a baby girl my age had a son Real sh** from a real n***a who ya'll mocked Real game from a real place it's about to be hot Since Too Short we sold tapes out of the trunk And we never gave parties without having funk It was 40 and The Click, Dru Down and the Luniz Too Short and the Dangerous Crew, here come The City JT and the G-L-P, RBL Posse, Cougnut, Cellski, and I-M-P X-Raided out in Sac, Brotha Lynch, and C-Bo Totally Insane, Sean from Palo Alto Murder capitol nineteen ninety-two You n***as perpetrate the rhymes I rap are true One cat on Rap-A-Lot named Sea from the East-O The Bay was on fire recognize it my people Had deals on the table another verse to write Let the world know The Bay is worthy of the hype From The Bay to Sac, I testify on this track So we can get back on track as I spit these raps [Chorus] It's Northern California cranking off the hook Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look They juke, hit banks, rank high in the pen Rest in peace to every one that's not here [Verse 4] X-Raided went to jail, for k**ing somebody's momma Up in Sac, with that blood and crip drama Forty selling thousands of records got a deal with Jive Worth about three point five Don't give me no bammer weed We don't smoke that sh** in the S-F-C C-Bo and AWOL playing with change ya'll Trips to Atlanta, twenty deep on the plane dog JT hooked 4 up with EMI We sat back for a year and we seen him fly 2Pac sentenced for rape in ninety four After being shot in skanless a** New York Master P emerging hard up out of Richmond Playing real tough but he's only a sixth man Luniz really put your eyes on him When they dissed him on the flip side of 5 on It G-L-P signed in ninety-five along with Master P Things about to change fast as can be $hort gave a picnic in Fairfield n***as busting a thousand people trying to find a shield d**h Row and Southern Cal running the rap game n***as got big deals (while) we f**ing off big change C-Bo in and out of jail parole violating and such The whole nation is biting our stuff Farrakhan Million Man March Half a million guns spark 2Pac released on bail Suge Knight bought him He told us the east would hate instead of jocking our style On radio shows, commercials knocking us down In the city R-B-L signed a deal at the end of the nine-fifth Then Mister C from R-B-L was shot dead January first nineteen ninety-six And they say The Bay isn't sick [Chorus] Northern California cranking off the hook Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look They juke, hit banks, rank high in the pen Rest in peace to the ones that's not here Coming straight from Northern California where the rappers crooks Rappers locked down for years got they fame took We made dank, made millions put the world in fear You got to know that it's real out here In Northern California