| Allow me to introduce myself two tenty one seventy six
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| Busted out my mama’s womb, the haters havin a fit
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| The birth of a frayser boy is now on the fuckin scene
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| Raised in the Brier ain’t too many things I ain’t seen
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| Bay is in my blood, I came up around them real niggas
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| Niggas on the run, got feds watchin and takin pictures
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| Hooked up wit them thugs thats hypnotizin yo' minds
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| Good lookin out paul and juicy, now I’m back on this grind
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| Ain’t no stoppin this time, because the sky is the limit
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| And I’mma stay loyal to my dawgs, till the day that I finish
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| You know this race I’mma win it and much love to the bay
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| And all them niggas I fucked wit then, I fuck wit today
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| So this yo' dawg comin at ya, so haters dont ya start
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| If you wit me you can catch me robbin frayser boulevard
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| Gone on that bay, dont you play, this is where I’m gonna stay
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| Found my home H.C.P. |
| no longer a fuckin stray, dont play
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| Bay area, ain’t love fo, fuck you hoes we down till we die (repeat x8)
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| This the verse they gonna show you right off the wamb I throw them thumbs
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| H.c.p. |
| w-y-t-e frayser B bay we be droppin bombs
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| Watch-the-fuck-out, here we come (pop! pop! pop!)ya'll can’t get none
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| All of a sudden this long haired green eyed faggot tryin to get him some
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| Let me let ya in on a little bittty secret I could lyrically toast ya
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| Plus I’m from the bay that explains my reactions like a vulture
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| Quickly find ya, sniff ya out, now matter how far you mite be
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| Strong aroma, pass is over, all the air the bay I breath
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| That got me places, call me crazy, somehow I done fuckin made it
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| So mo' in my verse weak then you did it 3 months I know you hate it
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| Watch me rise up to the top because my hood has put me here
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| Sometimes I feel some parts of the bay got its own atmosphere
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| Haters, hustlas, rappers, real-ass-niggas, rednecks, and fuckin queers
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| Chokin doja, watchin po’po’s ride by while they throw a beer
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| Yeah its kind of hectic in my neck of the woods but respect it
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| Life is so damn gravy in the bay for me you had to check it (BIITCH!)
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| (hook, with scratches, frayser boy giving shoutouts to the Bay) |