[Intro: Talking]

The Bay Area, the yay-yay

That's right, fo' flavors

Rappin' 4 Tay

It's for them suckers, whodi



[Verse I]

You baller blockin'

Mad 'cause the foes poppin'

Six foes hoppin', got the whole world poppin', collaz!

Milluem Dots, mo' ice than eskimo

Motherfucking money strong, y'all got the game wrong

Four scale pimpin' whodi, wrist glistenin'

I know you whisperin', but SUCKA I ain't listenin'

Heard she pick the Wheezy up

'Cause she back that ass up

Got a pocket of hand-cuffs and wrote the pony so tough

Tell me why you're mad at me

I know you thinkin' breezy, creepin' to the heezy

on the unn in the beezy

The bay, for those that don't know

It's so equsit, come and pay a visit

please believe it, don't miss it

Exhibits, double 0 G's like fo' cheesy

Forty fines for relly in the home with mack sheezy

But leave your women and your troubles behind you

We mackin' for a livin', it's only a right that I remind you

From beanies to Bossolini's we used to struggle

Surpise rapper forty eyes all my dogs bubble



[Chorus]

Somebody's gotta win, but now, somebody's losin'

Strikeless hitch-hikin' while these ballers out and crusin'

He rose a bucket, he rose a Beamer acrunk, shoo! (shoo)

Somebody's gotta win, somebody's gotta lose

Somebody's gotta win, but now, somebody's losin

Strikeless hitch-hikin' while these ballers out and crusin'

He rose a bucket, he rose a Beamer acrunk, shoo! (shoo)

Somebody's gotta win, somebody's gotta lose...



[Verse II]

Everybody claimed they got it locked like prison bars

From the North, to the South, to the East, to the West,

all us playas livin large

Workin' on your opponent, workin' on it too much, you dreamin'

This shit you see on these videos ain't always what it seems

Life is based on game, and game is based on witch dot

Trippin' off what the next man got

And get your grip

Remember, love don't love nobody but we love the way it feels

And let it be a good damn thing, if love can pay the bills

Got you in my zone now, shoot them crooks now

Now I'm booked out on my own now, it's goin' down, platinum bound

Here we go again two nappy heads in they plot (plot)

Dog, you be surpised with all these capers I be spottin'

Thats why murder rates increase, it should be peace

But now, who am I to speak when all I did my youth was creep? (creep)

Duckin' it dodge to my so-called homeys, they phoney

Tryna get me, tryna hit me

I'm takin' that sucka with me before he split me 

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse III]

If you came where I come from, YOU KNOW WHERE I'M COMIN' FROM

Takin' so many chances, livin' life on the run

No fun, espcially for a playa situation, get critical

murder one and that's pitiful but yet it's soblentioul

Way beyond your knocks fool, peep fool, check the ????????

Death ain't got no date and no time, dont never go away

But playa-haters gon' hate on how much money you make

Because, money makes the world go round

Livin' life like ?????, this is cabbage

With hundred stick situation, so savage

So tragic, need a hot meal in my baby's belly

Remenise no hard times in my pen in my selly

I ain't tryna go back, 'cause backwards ain't part of my PJ

I need that might dollar to survive in these ghetto streets

Them devils want me isolated, like chicken drawers

I'm tryna get mine (mine)

I hope you get yours (yours)

I hope you get yours, get it, get it



[Chorus]



[Talking]

Yeah, nigga, stop baller blockin'

And keep them collas poppin!

Please believe it, oh boy!

4-Tay for the Bay

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