[BA]
AK`s, Tec 9`s, Mac 11`s, 40 Cal`s
Got beef you can drop in it
Funk all day and night wit it
County lock up cell fight`s ill put a knife in it
Can`t stop I ain`t right wit it
Can they throw the `zine shots and the price on that man fitted
It`s a long walk in San Quentin
In the Chev six shocka
Wit knock in the back of it
Walnut and I`m a factor bitch
Throw yo hood in the air if yo block got crack in it
Cutthoatish I ain`t got no feelin`s
Heart colder than the first day of December
Makin` `em wimper
Breakin` a hutch
On her heals cuz my hands still shaped like cups
From dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn
Shootin` craps, smokin` weed like Cheech and Chong
[Chorus: Keak Da Sneak]
Sebrany, Walnut, 98th, Brookfield
800 block, 70`s, Seminary to the Ville
Habeas Court, Dirty 30`s, Murder Dubs, Foothill
McArthur, Bancroft, E-1-4, the Hills
How you like this town shit? [Now where my niggaz on the block?]
How you like this town shit? [Where my bitches on the track?]
How you like this town shit? [We gon` bring this town shit back]
How you like this town shit? [Now where my niggaz on the block?]
How you like this town shit? [Where my bitches on the track?]
How you like this town shit? [We gon` bring this town shit back]
[Keak Da Sneak]
Came from Favor Street hit well
Cuz Big Hugh and Wendell got the purp-el
Bitch in the car thick from Stockton
I told her “Turn the party out”
Cuz me no cock blockin`
Beat knockin` got my weed in seven tre
Make the right on Bancroft
The town crank everyday
I`m in the east ridin` and smokin`
I`m my scraper makin` paper
There`s no place like Oakland
Just livin` in the city is a serious task
So I gas, break, dip and gas [eeeeeeeer]
We like to swing `em in the land of the sideshow
Work and pistol in the car we don`t ride slow
We take the po-po on one
Get away, hit the studio, another song done
Don`t stop man just don`t quit
I write my verses in the bathroom so I know they the shit
[Chorus]
[BA]
I`m in that glass house candy green
Zabco knockin` my 4 15`s
Blowin` on trees, strickin` a Pablo
Wit H-O-E`s man I don`t wife `em
I smoke light wit `em
Remy in my cup
Off a half a pill thizzin` man I ain`t drunk
What she feedin` that rump shaker? [excuse me miss]
Just some ham, hogs, pork chops, rice, and grits
And your lips poke out just right for dick
Wit your legs open lookin` like TV antennas
G-strings in her, Capri`s cut low
Tattoo`s on the titties man you ain`t knowin`
Where they at in Oakland?
Doin` it live
Castlemont, Skyline, Freemont High
Mack house, Tech doin` the big `ol high
East Bay stunnas man we ain`t hidin`
[Chorus]
WE GON` BRING THIS TOWN SHIT BACK!!! [echoes off]
