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(3x)oakland, california

Oakland california is the city of snakes
Pimps, pussy's, players and fakes
Loud mouth b*****s who talk too much
D**k teasin b*****s who never f**k
Sucka a** n***a fake as hell
A man or a b***h I really can't tell
Some of you n****s need to quit
Show and tell n***a you ain't s**t
Sayin I got this and I got that
But when it comes to you I got no rap
Cause what I see is good for me
And what I don't know just let it be
B*****s gamin workin extensions
Her hair ain't really but two inches
Bald head girls in the oakland world
Short afros and jheri curls
Nappy head n****s like myself
Get a bald head and say go to hell
But your a snake your a worm
Bald head b***h you need a perm
Oakland california is the city of liers
Fresh barbed wires with vouge tires
N****s tellin stories twenty minutes long
And everything in it was smooth wrong
I said why you wanna tell me I don't wanna know
All I want is stereo rock
Homeboys kick it gettin keyed
Sold that mark some fake weed
Told that n***a here you go
A big fat sack and you know it's premo
A 20-dollar bill went to your hand
You rushed that money to the coke man
To the coke bottle was the next stop
But you broke the bottle and can't smoke rock
Bass rocks bass rocks that's your daddy
You betteroff smokin on a powdered cabby
Have a white christmas everyday
Cause coke can cabby is a too short way
That's too s-h-o-are-t
Smoke more coke than Richard P
Have more money than michael jackson
Oakland can I get some action
Hey young tender in the 501's
I love to see when you work your tongue
Suckin my d**k in the back of the car
Rollin down skyline boulavard
I said beeeeeeeyach
What are you smokin
A big fat d**k in the big east oakland
I seen my homey he needs to quit
Holdin hands with a b***h who looks like s**t
Maybe I'm wrong by what I say
Maybe that n***a is gettin payed
Maybe that ain't bein used
Gettin f****d without collectin dues
That's how I work all the time
I'm too short baby got a fresh new rhyme
For oakland, california that's the place
Homies got drugs all in yo face
With the opd cruise down again
N****s goin half off dubes and tens
On any corner anywhere
Buy your drugs from a oakland player
N****s sell squat callin it top
Cut cocaine get a big n***a rock
Crime went down murder went up
And some of these turfs are tryin to get tuff
Whos the leader of the hour
Anybody livin if they push power
M-16, 357
Sendin these n****s to hell not heaven
So much death in the oakland streets
Your nothin but a target sellin weed
You know I'm rappin the honest truth
N****s roll up shotin guns at you
Frettin your life and call you fake
Till you take your drugs to another state
And sometimes man it's a pitty
Cause a n***a used to roll in the oakland city
N****s who take do you know yourself
You must be the n***a with all the wealth
Maybe one day you can own this town
If everybody f****d and you are down
That's how you see it I do too
But I break b*****s and you break crew
Oakland california is gettin tuff
N****s got sceems for comin up
N****s got ways to make big bank
Hit these streets like an army tank
I'm too s-h-o-are-t
Spitin more game than you'll ever speak

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I got mo b*****s wantin me
Cause I'm the best dam rapper from the oakland streets
I'm the coldest mc on a microphone
Oakland, california wont leave it alone
Cause I'm on this mic rappin that game
Knockin off tapes like I'm sell cocaine
Fuckin these freaks indeffinetly
I never stop fuckin you oakland freaks
Highschool b*****s really like
The way sir too short can rock the mic
Oakland, california that's the place
Freak freak b***h got alot of ways
She got big fat tities size 38
I'm a f**k that b***h but I can't wait
The young girl makes my body boil
When I f**k that b***h I'm a drill for oil
I'm a put cocaine all over my d**k
And tell that b***h it's time to lick
East oakland that's where I live
The city of the freak freak freaky b***h
I spent the night with her she ain't mine
I f**k that b***h so many times
And that right there I could never fake
I thought my god dam d**k would break
Fuckin too much makes you hurt
But I never stuck a b***h from putin in work
All you b*****s can suck me dry
Suckin my d**k for the rest of your lives
Ok baby here we are
Were just two young freaks in the back of the car
You are one who's the other
It's sir too short that rappin a** brotha
Everytime I talk to you
Whatcha wanna know is it still cool
And everytime what do I state
Your still my b***h that's everyday
All you b*****s cause I'm a hall
And you baby girl my freaky doll
I'm too short baby now I'm smokin
Another big cabby and I'm in east oakland
Not the west not the north
It's the eastside baby I'm sir too short
I can spit a rap and i'll create
A sucka mc everyday
N****s from oakland young and old
Runin round here keep off that dope
Singin my rap at the skating rink
Sucka mc do you know what I think
You wanna be me so dam bad
You wish that you could make my rap
When I say short you say your name
Tellin your homies you rappin game
But I sell tapes and n****s know
You singin my rap in stereo
Some of you n****s ain't really s**t
And Tony G. Is just a b***h
Why does Tony rap like me
Cause he ain't no pass high?
Just sleep to the world on what I do
Grab a mic front you
Tony G. You just can't have it
Nothin but little light skin oak faggot
Tryin to rap on the mic
But too short baby is what they like
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