Ant Banks Streets Of Oakland (Featuring Boots Of THE Coup) Lyrics
            Featuring Boots (The Coup)
        
            [Ant Banks]
            Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Let's do this
        
            Chorus:
            n____s in Oakland all day long
            Be pimping these hoes from dusk til dawn
            Making cash real fast and you know it's on
            Hanging on the streets of Oakland
        
            All we do is smoke that weed
            And drink brew on the ave til we get keyed
            And a little bit of head is all we need
            Hanging on the streets of Oakland
        
            [Ant Banks]
            Welcome to the danger zone, where the n____s don't play that
            Every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped
            Cause rat packers try to jack that a__
            From the jealousy that's built in the streets when you stack cash
            And they'll blast, hoping they can get get it
            Punk, so if you got it, you best to get with it
            Or quit it, cause n____s be flipping over dope and
            Your friends might get you if you're slipping in Oakland
            Yeah, so don't play no punk-a__ n____ close
            Cause they'll mash on your cash and get ghost
            And don't say Ant Banks didn't warn ya
            About the loced-a__ gangstas killing in California
            That's where I'm from, n____, rolling in my G-ride
            Hey, you gonna see me slide when I'm on the Eastside
            Making all my f___ing gitnotes
            Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, s_____ng with my fitnokes
            That's all we doing is the town is seeing b____es clowning
            Kicking back getting high lounging
            It really doesn't matter what you do, yo chilling with your crew
            You're sipping on a brew, you're pimping b____es too
            And the s___ don't bother me if that's how it's gotta be
            Then macking these hoes should be equality
            See, the game goes deep when you're rolling
            Hanging on the streets of Oakland
        
            Chorus
        
            Nighttime falls and everybody's perking
            No punks around so funks occurring
            But the sideshow's back and everybody's flossing
            In they ride trying to side and all the freaks are tossing
            And brother with b__p, trunk of funk is knocking
            Candy paint on they ride keeps the b____es jocking
            Knowing you's a balling-a__ n____ everybody hates
            Rolling in the town with a pound straight dropping weight
            Blowing up like dynamite
            Selling weed, yey, angel dust, hop, and China white
            f___ it, you're making duckets, never riding buckets
            Playing punk b____es like puppets
            Yo, but there's a lot of fake counterfeit macks
            Playa hating on they homies trying to dry cat
            To look good for the hoes, man these n____s ain't joking
            Boy, you get that a__ smoked in Oakland
        
            Chorus
        
            [Boots - spoken]
            Aw yeah, The Coup is up in here, and we be talking about the
            real. m_________as know that we know, that they know, that we
            know the deal. Now the originality of our principality is that
            we don't play the pimp. But the reality of our locality, and
            you'll learn this gradually, is that m_________as do this s___
            to pay their rent. But here's a hint: how we gonna get it straight
            when we bent? s___, see I ain't never had s___ but my stripes
            and my game and my life, and all them's just hand downs from my
            grandaddy. Yeah, I'm living large kidding with Ant Banks, but I'm
            still hustling food stamps for my candy apple red Caddy. Alright
        
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