Lyrics Just Like SAC - Jr & Ph7, Chuuwee

Just Like SAC

Finally out the motherfucking S-A-C, in the 619
Repping Cali and probably rocking five on dime
My niggas circling '86, meet me up from the five
I took a amp-track down, we gon' party tonight
Just another sunny day in California
And Sacramento shit is bugging so I had to get away
But little did I know is that I was destined to find
That the city I retreated to was just like mine
It all started on a Saturday night
I was creaping the mic out in LA, hoes all on my hype
Ab-Joe was at the telly staying in for the night
And PCH and all the homies couldn’t get no rise
The promotion was whack, but it was packing sight
I went first, ain’t nobody was feeling my rhymes
I was all by myself, them other niggas was hype
I couldn’t with to get to the crib and twist a blunt to get high
Because LA, is just like Sac-Town
I said LA, is just like Sac-Town
One more time: LA, is just like Sac-Town
I said LA, is just like Sac-Town
I made my way, back down from LA
To my nigga Bam’s house where we ate and we drank
Buck dank, spit game on the mic, get made
That Cobain, cocaine, we accustomed to slanging
We was in the lab two days straight
When Tuesday came my nigga Bam played a joint from his tape
We was tryna shoot a video and niggas was late
And by the end of the evening, nigga nobody came
It reminded me of home when he told me I was on
People barely showing love and pretend to be along
Like how when I was starting niggas didn’t bump the song
Now they playing old shit like they tryna play along
This type of shit, it happens every day
Sooner or later, I knew it had to come my way
I got a big deal that you try to escape
Nowhere to run when it’s all in your face
Because Santiago, is just like Sac-Town
I said Santiago, is just like Sac-Town
One more time, Santiago, is just like Sac-Town
Santiago, is just like Sac-Town
Every ho is the same, every bitch is a trick
Getting a woman is separated from all that shit
Everywhere a nigga go somebody think he can spit
And every nigga with a nine can flash and pitch
Everybody wanna claim they different from everybody
Everybody do the same shit different, thing about it
Everything came from something
So them niggas who be faking and fronting, you ain’t made of nothing
In Rino, Chico, and even in Bay
Niggas be bored so the only thing they do is get blazed
Bitches be hoard so the only thing they do is get laid
Sipping niggas be mad, but all they know is be late
All we know is get paid so we be running from the duckers
If it’s booty chasing, hit it, don’t call it, my nigga fuck it
Won’t nothing ever stop me from catching my dream
But only blows a motherfucker it seems
Because Rino, is just like Sac-Town
And Chico, is just like Sac-Town
San Francisco, is just like Sac-Town
Every hood in the world y’all, is just like Sac-Town