Streets Of Oakland lyrics

Artist  : Coup 
Song : Streets Of Oakland



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 [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 f**king gitnotes
Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing
with my fitnokes
That’s all we doing is the town is seeing
bit*hes 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
bit*hes too
And the sh*t 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 bit*hes
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
f**k it, you’re making duckets, never riding
buckets
Playing punk bit*hes 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 as* smoked in oakland

Chorus

[boots - spoken]
Aw yeah, the coup is up in here, and we be
talking about the
Real. motherf**kas 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
motherf**kas 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 sh*t
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...