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[Yukmouth]
Yo yo, I'm from the land of the playas, slick talkas, and colla poppas Narcotics, and boss ballas, pit bulls and rottweilers Niggaz wit gold teeth, old schools on gold feet, killas, and O.G's Task postil the police Mac Arth to foothill, East 14th Sobrante park, woodfield, Plymouth, and walnut street From the ville to seminary to the rollin 20's Wit ghetto celebrities Like Big Feek and Little D See the east bay dragon is the home of the panthers Where niggaz slang tons of crack and feds catch it on camera Throw you in the slammer It's the home of $hort and Hammer Boss ballas move to Atlanta Niggaz stole our grammar That's my ropas, that's my nephew That's my weeples, that's my nizzle Please believe me Go fa sheezy Off the hizzle Do ya thizzle With my niggaz ridin dopefiend rentals Rock presidentials, slang crack, pack pistols Every track got sizzle [Chorus: x2] Cuz I'm a Raider, Oakland Raider From the bay to L.A. to Las Vegas Cuz I'm a playa, a boss playa And if you wit me pop ya colla shake dem hatas I'm a Raider [Knumskull] I'm a Raider, just like my niggaz befo' me But I was a thief wit out the open face gold theeth And En Vogue was some fine ass Oakland Raidettes And Too $hort was the first Oakland Raider on the set Now Pooh-Man was a Raider when he was "Fuckin Wit Dank" And Askari X was a Raider when he was a "Ward of the State" And Dangerous Dame was a Raider when he was callin hoes names But I know From the Lake on Sundays, to the five O Now we to Eastmont wit the sideshows But it's fun, and I'm famous, but I aint tryna die tho Niggaz be goin out in a gang but not I tho If I have to go back to dope, I'm slangin fo survival Now Dru, pimp he do If you hoe-in then he pimpin you Tried it fo' 30 days, I aint lyin I aint wit it dude A baby sittin job, Oh my God that's a job But I still wanna do it cuz that's 100% I [Chorus] [Knumskull] Hieroglyphics been Raiders from "'92 to Infinity" Some unda ground shit that just shook the fuckin industry And Humpty with his gone ass, a Raider in his own right The whole D.U. camp'll get you amped on sight Now Mystic, she the only female Raider I know You the shit baby girl, I'm just lettin you know And last but not least Tupac Shakur nigga Rest In Peace [Yukmouth] I'm from the city of dope, the town of the crack I'm from the city of pimps, the town of the mac East Oakland! Heat-totin, ebonics speech broken, keep jokin The Luniz bout to have the streets loc'in Down South y'all keep smokin hay, we got the killer 'dro and h Heroin and kilos for days It's the city of the Warriors, the home of the A's Where niggaz get sideways Shoot outs from highways nigga East Oakland Bitch! I'm a Raider! [Chorus] [Knumskull] 3x Krazy, Cydal, rest in peace Eclipse Bad N-Fluenz, rest in peace Rappin' Ron Ant Banks, Seagram, rest in peace my nigga Black Dynasty, Delinquents Richie Rich, 415 MC Ant, the Coup, Point Blank, E-A-Ski, Steady Mobbin All yall niggas is Raiders Raider, muthafuckas, what?!! [Mark Curry] Damn, what about me? It's Mark Curry baby I'm not a Oakland Raider? God dayum I'm the first muh fucka on T.V. I was the first one that did HBO First one did Apollo; I can't get qualified Bein Hall of Pimpology as a Oakland Raider What? Uh, I'm the first one on dubs what? I'm a Oakland Raider baby That's right representin the town, East side Oakland You know how we do it East Side O, nigga straight up take yo hoe I was all day long, you know how we do it in the town, Crystal, Big dank Dats the way we roll ol school sittin on 20's It don't make no difference; floatin, doin it all Ghetto nigga from the Eastmont Mall |
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(feat. Devin the Dude, KB)
[VERSE 1: Yukmouth] I think it was Friday night, I met her at the club Apple Martini-ed up, smokin bud with my thugs Then yo yo, there she was, tres bon booty ( *French* ) Like Beyonce no fiance, let's keep in touch I wanted to beat it up, cause she was a superbad I mean with all that ass, same night hit it that fast We at her mega pad, still diggin like a sav' We poppin x tabs, the head was extra lav' But this her baby dad and he don't live with her And at his grandma's pad they left the kids with her So that explains the pictures I see of this nigga She says she's low on scrilla, she wanted gifts for her So she can get her nails done and get her weave fixed And I can't stand no nappy hair bitch And so I break off bread, nothin but pocket change She blew my socks again and then I hopped in the Range And then she kept on askin for bread, like everyday "My children need some aspirine, I got some bills to day" Now what am I to say, cause Yuk, he love the kids Puffy sell millions, but Yuk, he love the kids So I broke off bread, I did it for the kids Never trust a bitch, never think Yuk a trick I got the slut dismissed, she got the dismissal I ain't fuckin with you, bitch, you got too many issues [CHORUS: Devin the Dude] You got too many issues Here, let me get you some tissue No, I don't mean to diss you But you want me to give you some money, quit actin funny Baby girl [VERSE 2: KB] Time after time, rhyme after rhyme I look around, some hoe after mine But I'm just steady on the low, steady 'bout my flow Why try to keep a hoe steady when they be steady wantin mo'? I don't want no hoe all on my back, all up in my sack Before I burn one, at every corner that I turn on Hoe, get a life ( ? ) boppin all night like you a nigga Need to be at home with yo damn children Like that shit was cool, well ain't shit cool About your children missin school Because you done cut a fool at the club last night And you ain't ( ? ) six Ran into a couple of ballers cappin like you broke them tricks But them tricks make cheese, they pop bottles for fun And you'll fuck one just to say you fucked one How dumb can one get, didn't even break bread to get with you And walkin round like you the fuckin shit, bitch, you got too many issues [CHORUS] [VERSE 3: Numskull] Bitch, you get rotated through every crew like a tire from BF Goodridge Cause you 21 now, what, you actin like a good bitch? I'm tryin to get my nigga sucked cause he from outta town You just suck his dick while I weigh out the pounds and then you out What you mean you don't know, don't you need a little bread? You can feed a starvin child for just a little bit of head You suck a broke nigga dick but won't suck a rich nigga He a white boy, little man, limp dick nigga Three minutes and you gone, then I hit you at your home Give you a little for your pocket, now your weekend is on I don't understand, huh? Then why the fuck I'm talkin? Matter fact I'm wastin time, huh, bitch, get to walkin You try to help a rat bitch, she'll diss you on some wack shit You weigh 125, how you still lookin fat, bitch? Save them cheap ( ? ) yeah, I'm tryin to diss you You a broke-ass, think-you-bad bitch and you got too many issues [CHORUS] [uncredited woman] Nigga, fuck yo broke ass You ain't got no muthafuckin money anyway, nigga Don't come over here talkin about I got issues You got issues Nigga, you rollin on stop So don't even try to come over here Either you pay me or don't pay me no muthafuckin attention So ehm that's all this about over here When you look my way I already know you gots to pay All this issue shit, you can take that shit to the next bitch I ain't the one, nigga Please Please believe it Fuck that Pay me Yeah I got issues, so what? I'm tryin to get fly, youknowmsayin I'm tryin to go to the Century Club I need $100 on my hair I need uh 50 to go the nail shop I need 200 for that new Iceberg make-up So uh, what you workin with? Shit, I'm a real bitch Yeah And I need to get my car washed As a matter of fact, I'm tryin to roll yo shit Don't you got a Jag or somethin? Yeah, I'm tryin to roll yo shit, nigga On the real, me and all my muthafuckin homegirls We comin to the party... |
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