Streets of Oakland

<br>[Ant Banks]<br>Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Let`s do this<br><br>Chorus:<br>Niggas in Oakland all day long<br>Be pimping these hoes from dusk til dawn<br>Making cash real fast and you know it`s on<br>Hanging on the streets of Oakland<br><br>All we do is smoke that weed<br>And drink brew on the ave til we get keyed<br>And a little bit of head is all we need<br>Hanging on the streets of Oakland<br><br>[Ant Banks]<br>Welcome to the danger zone, where the niggas don`t play that<br>Every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped<br>Cause rat packers try to jack that ass<br>From the jealousy that`s built in the streets when you stack cash<br>And they`ll blast, hoping they can get get it<br>Punk, so if you got it, you best to get with it<br>Or quit it, cause niggas be flipping over dope and<br>Your friends might get you if you`re slipping in Oakland<br>Yeah, so don`t play no punk-ass nigga close<br>Cause they`ll mash on your cash and get ghost<br>And don`t say Ant Banks didn`t warn ya<br>About the loced-ass gangstas killing in California<br>That`s where I`m from, nigga, rolling in my G-ride<br>Hey, you gonna see me slide when I`m on the Eastside<br>Making all my fucking gitnotes<br>Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokes<br>That`s all we doing is the town is seeing bitches clowning<br>Kicking back getting high lounging<br>It really doesn`t matter what you do, yo chilling with your crew<br>You`re sipping on a brew, you`re pimping bitches too<br>And the shit don`t bother me if that`s how it`s gotta be<br>Then macking these hoes should be equality<br>See, the game goes deep when you`re rolling<br>Hanging on the streets of Oakland<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Nighttime falls and everybody`s perking<br>No punks around so funks occurring<br>But the sideshow`s back and everybody`s flossing<br>In they ride trying to side and all the freaks are tossing<br>And brother with bump, trunk of funk is knocking<br>Candy paint on they ride keeps the bitches jocking<br>Knowing you`s a balling-ass nigga everybody hates<br>Rolling in the town with a pound straight dropping weight<br>Blowing up like dynamite<br>Selling weed, yey, angel dust, hop, and China white<br>Fuck it, you`re making duckets, never riding buckets<br>Playing punk bitches like puppets<br>Yo, but there`s a lot of fake counterfeit macks<br>Playa hating on they homies trying to dry cat<br>To look good for the hoes, man these niggas ain`t joking<br>Boy, you get that ass smoked in Oakland<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Boots - spoken]<br>Aw yeah, The Coup is up in here, and we be talking about the<br>real. Motherfuckas know that we know, that they know, that we<br>know the deal. Now the originality of our principality is that<br>we don`t play the pimp. But the reality of our locality, and<br>you`ll learn this gradually, is that motherfuckas do this shit<br>to pay their rent. But here`s a hint: how we gonna get it straight<br>when we bent? Shit, see I ain`t never had shit but my stripes<br>and my game and my life, and all them`s just hand downs from my<br>grandaddy. Yeah, I`m living large kidding with Ant Banks, but I`m<br>still hustling food stamps for my candy apple red Caddy. Alright...