Ant Banks - Streets Of Oakland Lyrics
featuring Boots (The Coup) [Ant Banks] Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Let's do this Chorus: Niggas in Oakland all day long Be pimping these hoes from dusk til dawn Making cash real fast and you know it's on Hanging on the streets of Oakland All we do is smoke that weed And drink brew on the ave til we get keyed And a little bit of head is all we need Hanging on the streets of Oakland [Ant Banks] Welcome to the danger zone, where the niggas don't play that Every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped Cause rat packers try to jack that ass From the jealousy that's built in the streets when you stack cash And they'll blast, hoping they can get get it Punk, so if you got it, you best to get with it Or quit it, cause niggas be flipping over dope and Your friends might get you if you're slipping in Oakland Yeah, so don't play no punk-ass nigga close Cause they'll mash on your cash and get ghost And don't say Ant Banks didn't warn ya About the loced-ass gangstas killing in California That's where I'm from, nigga, rolling in my G-ride Hey, you gonna see me slide when I'm on the Eastside Making all my *****ing gitnotes Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokes That's all we doing is the town is seeing *****es clowning Kicking back getting high lounging It really doesn't matter what you do, yo chilling with your crew You're sipping on a brew, you're pimping *****es too And the shit don't bother me if that's how it's gotta be Then macking these hoes should be equality See, the game goes deep when you're rolling Hanging on the streets of Oakland Chorus Nighttime falls and everybody's perking No punks around so funks occurring But the sideshow's back and everybody's flossing In they ride trying to side and all the freaks are tossing And brother with bump, trunk of funk is knocking Candy paint on they ride keeps the *****es jocking Knowing you's a balling-ass nigga everybody hates Rolling in the town with a pound straight dropping weight Blowing up like dynamite Selling weed, yey, angel dust, hop, and China white ***** it, you're making duckets, never riding buckets Playing punk *****es like puppets Yo, but there's a lot of fake counterfeit macks Playa hating on they homies trying to dry cat To look good for the hoes, man these niggas ain't joking Boy, you get that ass smoked in Oakland Chorus [Boots - spoken] Aw yeah, The Coup is up in here, and we be talking about the real. Mother*****as know that we know, that they know, that we know the deal. Now the originality of our principality is that we don't play the pimp. But the reality of our locality, and you'll learn this gradually, is that mother*****as do this shit to pay their rent. But here's a hint: how we gonna get it straight when we bent? Shit, see I ain't never had shit but my stripes and my game and my life, and all them's just hand downs from my grandaddy. Yeah, I'm living large kidding with Ant Banks, but I'm still hustling food stamps for my candy apple red Caddy. Alright
