Dope Game
Dope Game - Town Buziness lyrics
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(feat. Ba, Keak Da Sneak) [BA] AK's, Tec 9's, Mac 11's, 40 Cal's Got beef you can drop in it Funk all day and night wit it County lock up cell fight's ill put a knife in it Can't stop I ain't right wit it Can they throw the 'zine shots and the price on that man fitted It's a long walk in San Quentin In the Chev six shocka Wit knock in the back of it Walnut and I'm a factor bitch Throw yo hood in the air if yo block got crack in it Cutthoatish I ain't got no feelin's Heart colder than the first day of December Makin' 'em wimper Breakin' a hutch On her heals cuz my hands still shaped like cups From dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn Shootin' craps, smokin' weed like Cheech and Chong [Chorus: Keak Da Sneak] Sebrany, Walnut, 98th, Brookfield 800 block, 70's, Seminary to the Ville Habeas Court, Dirty 30's, Murder Dubs, Foothill McArthur, Bancroft, E-1-4, the Hills How you like this town shit? (Now where my niggaz on the block?) How you like this town shit? (Where my bitches on the track?) How you like this town shit? (We gon' bring this town shit back) How you like this town shit? (Now where my niggaz on the block?) How you like this town shit? (Where my bitches on the track?) How you like this town shit? (We gon' bring this town shit back) [Keak Da Sneak] Came from Favor Street hit well Cuz Big Hugh and Wendell got the purp-el Bitch in the car thick from Stockton I told her “Turn the party out” Cuz me no cock blockin' Beat knockin' got my weed in seven tre Make the right on Bancroft The town crank everyday I'm in the east ridin' and smokin' I'm my scraper makin' paper There's no place like Oakland Just livin' in the city is a serious task So I gas, break, dip and gas [eeeeeeeer] We like to swing 'em in the land of the sideshow Work and pistol in the car we don't ride slow We take the po-po on one Get away, hit the studio, another song done Don't stop man just don't quit I write my verses in the bathroom so I know they the shit [Chorus] [BA] I'm in that glass house candy green Zabco knockin' my 4 15's Blowin' on trees, strickin' a Pablo Wit H-O-E's man I don't wife 'em I smoke light wit 'em Remy in my cup Off a half a pill thizzin' man I ain't drunk What she feedin' that rump shaker? (excuse me miss) Just some ham, hogs, pork chops, rice, and grits And your lips poke out just right for dick Wit your legs open lookin' like TV antennas G-strings in her, Capri's cut low Tattoo's on the titties man you ain't knowin' Where they at in Oakland? Doin' it live Castlemont, Skyline, Freemont High Mack house, Tech doin' the big 'ol high East Bay stunnas man we ain't hidin' [Chorus] WE GON' BRING THIS TOWN SHIT BACK!!! [echoes off]