Featuring boots (the coup)
[ant banks]
yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? letand'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 itand'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 donand't play that
every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped
cause rat packers try to jack that ass
from the jealousy thatand's built in the streets when you stack cash
and theyand'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 youand're slipping in oakland
yeah, so donand't play no punk-ass nigga close
cause theyand'll mash on your cash and get ghost
and donand't say ant banks didnand't warn ya
about the loced-ass gangstas killing in california
thatand's where iand'm from, nigga, rolling in my g-ride
hey, you gonna see me slide when iand'm on the eastside
making all my fucking gitnotes
making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokes
thatand's all we doing is the town is seeing bitches clowning
kicking back getting high lounging
it really doesnand't matter what you do, yo chilling with your crew
youand're sipping on a brew, youand're pimping bitches too
and the shit donand't bother me if thatand's how itand's gotta be
then macking these hoes should be equality
see, the game goes deep when youand're rolling
hanging on the streets of oakland
Chorus
Nighttime falls and everybodyand's perking
no punks around so funks occurring
but the sideshowand's back and everybodyand'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 bitches jocking
knowing youand'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
fuck it, youand're making duckets, never riding buckets
playing punk bitches like puppets
yo, but thereand'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 ainand'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. motherfuckas know that we know, that they know, that we
know the deal. now the originality of our principality is that
we donand't play the pimp. but the reality of our locality, and
youand'll learn this gradually, is that motherfuckas do this shit
to pay their rent. but hereand's a hint: how we gonna get it straight
when we bent? shit, see i ainand't never had shit but my stripes
and my game and my life, and all themand's just hand downs from my
grandaddy. yeah, iand'm living large kidding with ant banks, but iand'm
still hustling food stamps for my candy apple red caddy. alright...
