(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]