| You think oakland california is a city of punks
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| It only takes a second, to pop the trunk
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| And just like that you know it’s real
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| You’re in the right damn town to get killed
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| It’s all about the game, and nothin else
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| You come out here, you better watch yourself
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| Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red
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| But cross the wrong brothers, and end up dead
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| You catch a body full of bullets, and get blasted
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| Tryin to be a gangsta but you just ain’t lastin
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| This little town is gettin wild as hell
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| Check the penetentiaries and all the jails
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| If they could lock us all up that would be just fine
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| Got my partners from oakland doin serious time
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| You can’t argue with the truth it’s hard to be black
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| But it’s a mindgame, and you gotta deal with that
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| I wake up everyday and I just can’t wait
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| To make mo money, cause back in the days
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| When I rapped, I did the same damn thing I do now
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| Grab the microphone, and show you how
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| But I was broke, the only thing I had was game
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| I started makin money and knew things would change
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| Bought a benz, thought it might earn respect
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| But the opd, found it hard to accept
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| I got jacked by the task and jacked by the vice
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| Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
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| Put the handcuffs on backseat I’m in it
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| Illegal search for about thirty minutes
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| Askin me, where’s the dope
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| Where’s my gun, but I don’t know
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| I said I’m rappin, they laugh like I told a joke
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| And to this day they think I’m sellin coke
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| I want to be free! |
| (and that’s the truth) ohhh yeahhh
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| I want to be free! |
| ohhh yeahhh
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| I be in oakland california every day of my life
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| Bass so hard you think I’m smokin a pipe
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| And if I don’t smoke it, I gots to grind
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| Searched all my stuff, and all you find
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| Is a pocket full of money count seven g’s
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| Now you wanna think I’m sellin keys
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| Cause I’m a black man, but I run my own business
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| So why the police wanna send me to prison
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| They see a brother makin major cash
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| They knock a patch out his black ass
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| And that’s the truth, you can’t argue you at all
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| Tryin to give you ten years for a phone call
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| Ain’t even trippin on the dank smoke
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| Cause all they wanna find, is guns and coke
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| In court all the time tryin to fight it
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| We get rich, we get indeibted
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| So what’s the problem officer this time?
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| Is havin big money bein black a crime?
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| Or did you take me to jail, to teach me a lesson
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| Charge me with somethin, or just ask questions
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| About the brothers I hang around
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| What’s really goin on in the oakland town
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| Tell me who went broke, and who got rich
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| But too $hort baby just ain’t no snitch
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| You say you’re just doin your job
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| But you’re gettin on my nerves, just like bob
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| Everytime I hit a corner, I see you
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| Always tellin brothers what to do
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| You lock me up cause I don’t know how to act
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| But I’m down for mine so I be talkin back
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| And when I do, you treat me bad as hell
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| I’m sick of spendin nights in jail
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| I want to be free! |
| (and that’s the truth) ohhh yeahhh
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| I want to be free! |
| ohhh yeahhh
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| Got out of jail about fo'-fifteen
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| Walkin down the street like a broke dopefiend
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| Had a pocket full of money tryin to play the role
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| Benz got towed and I was hella cold
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| But I ain’t trippin, I’m gettin used to it now
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| Handcuffed your boy took me straight downtown
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| For three warrants, had to catch me sooner or later
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| Cause the five-oh's always tryin to jack a playa
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| For no reason, wasn’t doin nothin wrong
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| You think I’m lyin, singin that same ol song
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| Well I’m a black man, ridin in a benz
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| How in the hell did I make these ends? |
| here we go
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| I pull over to the right
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| Stop the engine keep my hands in sight
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| I start cursin, cause it don’t make sense
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| Why would I run and try to jump a fence
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| If I was plannin, a smooth getaway
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| I never woulda stopped in the first place
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| You’d be high speed chasin me but this time you ain’t
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| Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
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| And I hope I don’t get robbed by you know who
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| Make me donate some g’s to the boys in blue
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| And if I sue, I won’t get nothin back
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| But I ain’t mad… I’m just black…
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| I want to be free! |
| ohhh yeahhh
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| I want to be free! |
| ohhh yeahhh
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| I want to be free! |
| ohhh yeahhh
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| I want to be free! |
| ohhh yeahhh |