| 89.5 KPOO in the city by the bay, hard truth soldier radio
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| Black owned and still strong, still got it goin' on
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| San Francisco California, bringin' it back with old school slaps,
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| still puttin' in on ya
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| Representin' Freedom Justice and Equality, believe
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| Guerrilla Funk the buildin' no straps on us
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| We hit the function and chill, a pro black moment
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| We tryin' to bubble for real, a mo' scratch moment
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| The opposite of killa with backbone it’s on
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| Sunshine, Northern California summer time
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| Grillin' somethin' other than swine, bustin' rhymes
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| I didn’t see one crime so wasn’t no one time
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| It’s fun time, old school vets lacin' young minds
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| I ain’t talkin bout no murderin' blacks
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| I’m talking learning and encouraging blacks
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| Man we bringin' that encouragement back
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| Still respectin' the new school dudes and they youtube views
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| I’m pushin' the 69 they pushin' the scraper
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| We at park and its crackin', my patnas doin it major
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| Cold weather in the fall, but for now we loungin'
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| Summertime in the Bay and when it’s good is astoundin', give the summer drums
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| Gangstas, hustlas, none of that is among us
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| Just real life vets and youngstas
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| Livin' livin' livin' livin' for the summertime, in the sunshine
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| Nothin' up in the gun line, give the summer drums
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| Gangstas, hustlas
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| None of that is among us
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| Just real life vets and youngstas
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| Livin' livin' livin' livin' for the summertime
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| In the sunshine
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| Nothin' up in the gun line
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| Give the summer drums
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| Laid back, way back, Marvin Gaye track
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| On a 8 track day to relax
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| That’s how we do it on this West Coast
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| Barbeque and dominoes, homie let’s go
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| Unity and togetherness, let the rest go
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| We on that elevate, come on brother, let’s toast
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| Kick that black on black violence out and shut the door behind it
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| Rewind it back to good times from the Bay to LA, back to Sac
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| Neighborhood superstar, block hero
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| Neighborhood animosity, I got zero
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| It’s like that when you really reppin' for the people
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| P-Dog, Tomie Kash, «Better Days» sequel
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| Shot to 43rd Street but it ain’t lethal
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| Respected in Oakland for change and remaining peaceful
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| Yappin'. |
| No blappin' in my rappin'
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| A smile on my mask when I’m askin' «what's happenin'»
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| Gangstas, hustlas, (Hey!)
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| None of that is among us (Yeah)
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| Just real life vets and youngstas (That's Right)
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| Livin' livin' livin' livin' for the summertime
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| In the sunshine
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| Nothin' up in the gun line, (Yo)
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| Give the summer drums
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| Brains all over the streets, brains I’m hopin' to reach
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| Hangin' all over the streets, bangin', I hope it’ll cease
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| Change and grow into peace, rainin' with dough in the streets
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| Sprinkle the dough with the yeast, then we get bread, that’s how we eat
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| Tomie Kash keep it lit, but without the heat
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| Pull up with them pounds, but I’m only talkin' 'bout the beat
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| Bust it in the air, just a friendly game of 3 on 3
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| Ain’t nobody dead cause it really ain’t no reason to be
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| You ridin' with black men that’s tapped in to the black men
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| From back then, that’s past tense
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| And the straps and the reaction that traps black men
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| Back in the pen, it’s back to relaxin' again
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| Did away with the thug livin', strictly gettin' high
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| Realizin' I love livin', tryin' to get it right
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| Unity, job opportunity
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| Community that’s through with movin' in these streets foolishly
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| Livin' livin' livin' livin' for the summertime
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| Livin' livin' livin' livin'
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| Livin' livin' livin' livin' for the summertime
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| Give the summer drums, son |