Uh, nowadays, the OAK goes through, but I remember the OAK in the days of Huey, where the city had meaning and value, values, but now niggas got ecstasy and values.
Crack, kill Huey, then crack the shop, Bobby.
Camel went broke, then Felix got bodied.
D got knocked up.
Serum got popped up.
It's like the hardest niggas either dead or they locked up.
I feel the pain that forced short to leave before the love came back to hunt for me.
Jesus, I seen dreams like a fantasy book.
Could have made the NBA, but then them fiends got hooked.
Just like Hook, but look, that's a whole nother story.
Fiends tell your dreams, but it sound like glory.
I hate to be rude, but OG to sound boring, because these days I'm living in, it can't do any fun.
If I won't know Where are we from?
So we tell him, we tell him, my uncle and nigga, city of crap, city of coke.
the city of max the city of hoes the city of
I'm from, I'm from Oakland, nigga.
Curb, sizzle, move the whole birdie.
Give me the word, I have it blinking like a sparky.
I'm from the city with talkers teeth And niggas walk a thin line between deafened streets And you can get killed, nigga, out of greeting me Town of the obsolete
gifted and unique wetter wetter game flow like a creek in the bullets so he see when we smother the wheat
When your mother a tweaker and your brother a geek, I peep the signs, but they can't read between the lines, so they cloud their mind with Peruvian lines.
A hustle you can't define, I'm just here to get mine.
Bet you I tell them I'm from Oakland time after time, and you should love me if you can't hear it in my rhymes.
I watched him kill over dimes.
Then I watched the government corrupt our minds.
Everybody wanna know where are we from?
So we tell each other Mike Oakland, nigga.
City of crack, city of coke.
city of max city of hoes city of a pip to put a bitch on the strobe
Gun shops rain back and forth on the turf.
Candlelight visuals and faces on shirts.
The pain don't hurt, even though it really should.
The hood ain't safe, saying the money ain't good.
Unless you push a pedal and selling illegal goods.
Misunderstood, but we doing what we could.
Would get a job, but a nigga rather ride.
Get it out of bitch or hustle on the block.
Hustle 9-stop, on the clock.
Any type of drug, yeah, we got it in stocks.
Any type of plug, you can get it on the spot.
Keep coming short, we gonna treat you like you're not.
Jack, boy, plot, trying to get what you got.
Snake ass niggas and snake ass cops.
You can't get big, a lot of niggas start to watch.
Stokey, ho, slippin', don't be cold.
Everybody want to know where are we from?
So we tell him, we tell him, like, oh, nigga, the city of crack, the city of coke.
The city of max, the city of hoes The city of a pimp that put a bitch on the stroll
nigga.
Oprah, stand up.
I'm
You seein', though, man, this is your host, the most PT-ing spokesman, man.
You go to five seconds, you stop it.
And what I'm here to say today, man, is we need to come together like Africans, man.
It ain't what we doing, it's how we doing it, man.
They got us fighting each other out here, man.
You know what I mean?
I'm talking to everybody from the east, west, north, south of Richmond, Frisco, wherever you are.
From EPA, San Jose, Fremont, I don't give a shit, man.
If it ain't necessary, you know what I mean?
Here, DJ Torey, music.
