Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song N.E.W Oakland, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Date of issue: 16.05.2005
Song language: English
N.E.W Oakland |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, look |
| Ay man, it’s your boy Fabby Davis Jr. of the Mac Pack, man |
| Y’m sayin'? |
| And, uhh, niggas be hatin' on the Town, mayne |
| So what I did was put together the bosses from their areas |
| So we can really show y’all how this shit go, mayne |
| Look, uh |
| I got North, got the East, got the West with me |
| So I suggest you niggas don’t mess wit me |
| Nigga be cool 'cause you don’t wanna squabble |
| 'Cause we could do the fool but you want a problem |
| Put that on something, I put that on fathers |
| Put that on something, I put that on mamas |
| Put that on something, I put that on grand citas |
| You run up on me and get your man beat up! |
| Bushrod, Gaskill, 6-deuce, Goldenville, nigga, it’s trill |
| Pole boy, I’ll tell you how it feel |
| High off purple or we thizzin off a pill |
| You think we square? |
| We polar bears |
| You doubt it if you want to but it’s soldiers here |
| Fabby Davis is the prince of the O |
| The freestyle king, man, and everybody know |
| And uh, I is, down with Thizz |
| Repping the Bay but you know it’s Town Biz |
| My side been forgot about and that’s what I’m hot about |
| Niggas they be hating, but pimpin', that’s what it’s not about |
| It’s about gettin' money, gettin' close to a mill |
| So I got my niggas from the Ghost and the Ville |
| You already know so don’t ask what it do |
| Scraper full of rippas when you see us sliding through |
| I got North, got the East, got the West with me |
| So I suggest you niggas don’t mess wit me |
| Nigga be cool 'cause you don’t wanna squabble |
| 'Cause we could do the fool but you want a problem |
| Put that on something, I put that on fathers |
| Put that on something, I put that on mamas |
| Put that on something, I put that on grand citas |
| You run up on me and get your man beat up! |
| We savvin' it, ain’t never having it |
| You better run in the club when we grabbing it |
| 'Cause we Townin', my niggas stay clownin |
| 36 rounding, my niggas go down and |
| You gotta all know where I’m from like Robert D |
| Or like Felix Wayne or like Lil Dee |
| I’m from the V-I-double-L-A-G-E |
| You must be deaf and dumb if you ain’t heard of me |
| G-Stack rise through your hood like yeast |
| Rolling through the North and the West but I reps that East |
| When I’m throwing up my hood, they mistake it for peace |
| 'Cause I’m two fingers spreaded 'cause I’m so O. G |
| And I’m rarely in the club 'cause I’m so lowkey |
| But I’m all through these streets like you don’t know me |
| If wasn’t for the hood, what would I be? |
| Another average motherfucker but I’ll never be a sucka |
| I got North, got the East, got the West with me |
| So I suggest you niggas don’t mess wit me |
| Nigga be cool 'cause you don’t wanna squabble |
| 'Cause we could do the fool but you want a problem |
| Put that on something, I put that on fathers |
| Put that on something, I put that on mamas |
| Put that on something, I put that on grand citas |
| You run up on me and get your man beat up! |
| Niggas wanna eat what I eat, wanna take my plate |
| But I’m Bavgate, the king of the Golden State |
| I’m a G like khakis and corduroy |
| I’m a BMR boy, no doy |
| Hold black pack toys, I ain’t goofy, Leroy |
| Yeah, I sent the decoy to jack you boy |
| And you don’t want beef, I’ll spray your convoy |
| For tryna see B, I’ll take you down, boy |
| I’m from the West where Huey P. Newton from |
| Fast like the Autobahn, the feds think I’m Taliban |
| Four niggas snitched on me like a telethon, shit |
| Bavgate, right here, back with the Tommy gun |
| And I’m accurate, homie, like a M-1 |
| I got North, got the East, got the West with me |
| So I suggest you niggas don’t mess wit me |
| Nigga be cool 'cause you don’t wanna squabble |
| 'Cause we could do the fool but you want a problem |
| Put that on something, I put that on fathers |
| Put that on something, I put that on mamas |
| Put that on something, I put that on grand citas |
| You run up on me and get your man beat up! |
| Yeah, y’all know man |
| You see, there you have it |
| Town Bidness at the fullest, mayne |
| North East West Oakland, mayne |
| Ya heard?! |
| Yadadabooboo?! |
| E-A-Ski, ay big cousin, thank you for the beat, mayne |
| Know what I’m saying? |
| Yeah, we fucks wit it… YEE YEE |