Coup - Streets Of Oakland Lyrics
[ant banks]Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? lets do thisChorus:Niggas in oakland all day longBe pimping these hoes from dusk til dawnMaking cash real fast and you know its onHanging on the streets of oaklandAll we do is smoke that weedAnd drink brew on the ave til we get keyedAnd a little bit of head is all we needHanging on the streets of oakland[ant banks]Welcome to the danger zone, where the niggas dont play thatEvery man for self, the rule is to stay strappedCause rat packers try to jack that assFrom the jealousy thats built in the streets when you stack cashAnd theyll blast, hoping they can get get itPunk, so if you got it, you best to get with itOr quit it, cause niggas be flipping over dope andYour friends might get you if youre slipping in oaklandYeah, so dont play no punk-ass nigga closeCause theyll mash on your cash and get ghostAnd dont say ant banks didnt warn yaAbout the loced-ass gangstas killing in californiaThats where Im from, nigga, rolling in my g-rideHey, you gonna see me slide when Im on the eastsideMaking all my *****ing gitnotesMaking sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokesThats all we doing is the town is seeing *****es clowningKicking back getting high loungingIt really doesnt matter what you do, yo chilling with your crewYoure sipping on a brew, youre pimping *****es tooAnd the shit dont bother me if thats how its gotta beThen macking these hoes should be equalitySee, the game goes deep when youre rollingHanging on the streets of oaklandChorusNighttime falls and everybodys perkingNo punks around so funks occurringBut the sideshows back and everybodys flossingIn they ride trying to side and all the freaks are tossingAnd brother with bump, trunk of funk is knockingCandy paint on they ride keeps the *****es jockingKnowing yous a balling-ass nigga everybody hatesRolling in the town with a pound straight dropping weightBlowing up like dynamiteSelling weed, yey, angel dust, hop, and china white***** it, youre making duckets, never riding bucketsPlaying punk *****es like puppetsYo, but theres a lot of fake counterfeit macksPlaya hating on they homies trying to dry catTo look good for the hoes, man these niggas aint jokingBoy, you get that ass smoked in oaklandChorus[boots - spoken]Aw yeah, the coup is up in here, and we be talking about theReal. mother*****as know that we know, that they know, that weKnow the deal. now the originality of our principality is thatWe dont play the pimp. but the reality of our locality, andYoull learn this gradually, is that mother*****as do this shitTo pay their rent. but heres a hint: how we gonna get it straightWhen we bent? shit, see I aint never had shit but my stripesAnd my game and my life, and all thems just hand downs from myGrandaddy. yeah, Im living large kidding with ant banks, but imStill hustling food stamps for my candy apple red caddy. alright...
