He just might go all the way 

Goin goin, long gone 

first, second, third, Home 

Oakland, Athletic fit ballin 

Four quarters, nine innings im as good as your last winner 

Im grinnin, caught up in it doors open 

ghost ridin dope smokin when u come to oakland 

hold it down for the bay, yup its a rap 

run up in the spot, can runnnin with tremendo slap 

Move to the Town, dont do nothin like warren sapp 

major blaps, discoverin on the map 

we some pimps, grab a strap just like the cops 

young gun, eets ts ts sts sts ts ts ts blow 

open up shot, poppin my collar 

cut throat people change for the mighty dollar 

if you fakin now you never been real, coward 

Goin 60, runnin red lights and 



That shit go, that go, that go, that go 

That go, that go, that go, that go 

That shit go, that go, that go, that go 

That go, that go, that go, that go 



I said lean wit it, rock, walk and pop lock 

get low, go, nigga, go dumb dont stop 

goin mayne dont let it 

knock it out like boxin and no sweatin 

King of the.. nah i aint gotta tell ya 

proof is in the put in, stop buyin dreams, we could sell ya 

matter of fact, dude built to last 

hit fast like cash before your ass even touch the grass 

haul, gas, 18 dumbalafa 

hyphy mixed with crunk call it criphy juice in our trunk 

ridin like there aint no tomorrow, blappin motor hot 

Got em stuntin, shakin they dreads at the bus stop 

talk to me rat, holla, man get at me 

clean pimpin, let me suck and twist em grape in the fatty 

Lean wit it, rock like the Franchise Boyz 

No choir time, not listenin or makin noise 

young gun full of huh playin with the toys 

sukisa saki su, sum crazy boy 



That shit go, that go, that go, that go 

That go, that go, that go, that go 

That shit go, that go, that go, that go 

That go, that go, that go, that go 



That shit wet, then tell me no warnin 

battery fully charged, all night from this mornin 

one in the house and anotherfor the car 

Repped Tiger Woods beat 30 points and the par 

Put an egg your shoe baby, get far 

Dime piece brizzle, oh for shizzle, cater to a star 

They still call me, Chef-Boy-R with a platinum jar 

Doin all-nighters, grinnin,grindin on a chicc 

do it back wudz he went this nah that nigga went that way 

Ba Ba Ba Ba Baayyy, man we do this eryday 

Let that go, go somewhere wit all that 

Take this shit from the tip-top to the way back 

Raised in the Oakland City, I was born to mack 

Pimp talk from my mouth, words on the track 

I shoulda handled, bring my money back 

Still shootin with cannon how u wanna act 



That shit go, that go, that go, that go 

That go, that go, that go, that go 

That shit go, that go, that go, that go 

That go, that go, that go, that go