| I grew up in the bay
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| So I’m down to earth
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| I live in L.A.
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| That means I’m down to work
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| I Got a laid back style
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| But I like to floss it
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| Vans and Chucks inside my closet
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| LA face with an Oakland booty
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| That’s what my wife got
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| She don’t act snooty
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| Ay that’s a Bay thang
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| So come with that A game
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| But be on the A list
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| To see an LA Chick
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| Los Angeles we all can’t handle it
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| Some call it plastic
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| That’s just the half of it
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| Like the cows on the 5 when you mash you quit
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| That’s a drive but it flies when you passionate
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| Yeah… I got family up north
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| Homies down south man it’s all home court
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| We take it back and forth
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| Some Oakland Raiders
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| The Bay to LA, like Amoeba player
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| What did you think this was
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| LA to the Bay, the buzz
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| The buzz, the buzz
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| What did you think this was
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| LA to the Bay, the buzz
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| The buzz, the buzz
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| I keep my hustle you know
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| I make it go
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| The Bay to La, the Bay to LA
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| Uh, and all my homies say «Rip! |
| «When I first got to the Bay, I straight tripped
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| Blood! |
| blood!
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| What’s that all about?
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| Tommy’s got these broads sayin’blood in his house?
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| Cause, but I ain’t thugged out
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| Ignorance off my chest I let it out
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| (It's all good) now I’m back on my grind
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| On telegraph with them fat ass dimes
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| (I got tapes) see the Bay got that lime
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| And LA we was still smokin brown at the time
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| Ugg, so when I got back home
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| Fools wasn’t tryin to hear 3−54 zone
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| Hell naw! |
| that’s until they got blown
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| And they came to my door like cause it’s on! |
| Blood!
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| Now I’m goin back and forth
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| Greyhound hella green in my green Jansport
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| Tajai was the first dude I heard say hyphy
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| Back in '97 when nobody liked me
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| Or should I say liked us?
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| Packed in the RV didn’t have a tour bus
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| No! |
| But we had that heart though
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| Intrigued by that old freestyle LaMerk Part flow
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| LA, G-Funk and Bay Area slang
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| A, W up cause it’s all the same
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| 1996 was the Hall Of Game
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| Whole damn summer had the streets on flame
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| But I’m kind of ashamed
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| That I stepped on Mac Dre
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| Godfather of the game
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| Wake up, cake up, pilot auto
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| In Oakland it’s taco’s
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| LA I eat Rascos
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| Thought you thought
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| It is what it is
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| Los Angeles baby, by way of town biz |