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Intro: {Talking}
The Bay Area, the yay-yay
That`s right, fo` flavors
Rappin` 4 Tay
It`s for them suckers, whodi
[Verse I]
You baller blockin`
Mad `cause the foes poppin`
Six foes hoppin`, got the whole world poppin`, collaz!
Milluem Dots, mo` ice than eskimo
Motherfucking money strong, y`all got the game wrong
Four scale pimpin` whodi, wrist glistenin`
I know you whisperin`, but SUCKA I ain`t listenin`
Heard she pick the Wheezy up
`Cause she back that ass up
Got a pocket of hand-cuffs and wrote the pony so tough
Tell me why you`re mad at me
I know you thinkin` breezy, creepin` to the heezy
on the unn in the beezy
The bay, for those that don`t know
It`s so equsit, come and pay a visit
please believe it, don`t miss it
Exhibits, double 0 G`s like fo` cheesy
Forty fines for relly in the home with mack sheezy
But leave your women and your troubles behind you
We mackin` for a livin`, it`s only a right that I remind you
From beanies to Bossolini`s we used to struggle
Surpise rapper forty eyes all my dogs bubble
[Chorus]
Somebody`s gotta win, but now, somebody`s losin`
Strikeless hitch-hikin` while these ballers out and crusin`
He rose a bucket, he rose a Beamer acrunk, shoo! (shoo)
Somebody`s gotta win, somebody`s gotta lose
Somebody`s gotta win, but now, somebody`s losin
Strikeless hitch-hikin` while these ballers out and crusin`
He rose a bucket, he rose a Beamer acrunk, shoo! (shoo)
Somebody`s gotta win, somebody`s gotta lose...
[Verse II]
Everybody claimed they got it locked like prison bars
From the North, to the South, to the East, to the West,
all us playas livin large
Workin` on your opponent, workin` on it too much, you dreamin`
This shit you see on these videos ain`t always what it seems
Life is based on game, and game is based on witch dot
Trippin` off what the next man got
And get your grip
Remember, love don`t love nobody but we love the way it feels
And let it be a good damn thing, if love can pay the bills
Got you in my zone now, shoot them crooks now
Now I`m booked out on my own now, it`s goin` down, platinum bound
Here we go again two nappy heads in they plot (plot)
Dog, you be surpised with all these capers I be spottin`
Thats why murder rates increase, it should be peace
But now, who am I to speak when all I did my youth was creep? (creep)
Duckin` it dodge to my so-called homeys, they phoney
Tryna get me, tryna hit me
I`m takin` that sucka with me before he split me
[Chorus]
[Verse III]
If you came where I come from, YOU KNOW WHERE I`M COMIN` FROM
Takin` so many chances, livin` life on the run
No fun, espcially for a playa situation, get critical
murder one and that`s pitiful but yet it`s soblentioul
Way beyond your knocks fool, peep fool, check the ????????
Death ain`t got no date and no time, dont never go away
But playa-haters gon` hate on how much money you make
Because, money makes the world go round
Livin` life like ?????, this is cabbage
With hundred stick situation, so savage
So tragic, need a hot meal in my baby`s belly
Remenise no hard times in my pen in my selly
I ain`t tryna go back, `cause backwards ain`t part of my PJ
I need that might dollar to survive in these ghetto streets
Them devils want me isolated, like chicken drawers
I`m tryna get mine (mine)
I hope you get yours (yours)
I hope you get yours, get it, get it
[Chorus]
[Talking]
Yeah, nigga, stop baller blockin`
And keep them collas poppin!
Please believe it, oh boy!
4-Tay for the Bay
What`cha say?
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