Poop Man and Freetech, man, we in this motherfuckin', you know, we sorta make magic, you know
And Naira Music, R-Label Inc., man, yeah, so Oakland, I'ma take y'all on a trip
Y'all come ride with your boy in 2017, welcome home, lil' D
My child since birth, 6706, 15 years old, I got my first break
I'm Mike Lacey, told me the game was crooked, dropped the key in the pot, *, you show me how to drop it
36 to 52 in a blink of an eye, ain't nothin' to it but to do it, so I slid outside
T-shirts, Levi's, and Nikes, nigga, grindin' all day and on the nightly, nigga
See, it was all about the Cougars and the Stains back then, all about the players in the game back then
From the east to the west, from the corns to the fields, from Campbell Village to the 6-9-0
I got my first break, I'ma take y'all on a trip, so Oakland, I'ma take y'all on a trip, so I slid outside
Got my heart from the Ville, got my gang from the Deuce, so I love lil' girl, but *, I worship Big Bruce
I got love for the west, but boy, I stompin' the east, I don't care where you from, nigga, I love you
I'm just tryna live my life, but the streets keep callin' me back
Blowin' cookies in the sky, holla Oakland till I die
We can't really get it lit, can't you see I'm with the *
I'm just tryna live my life, but the streets keep callin' me back
Blowin' cookies in the sky, holla Oakland till I die
We can't really get it lit, can't you see I'm with the *
Falcon Dave and the Falcon Boys, rest in peace, Berlimo
And I still choppin' up with Rick the Ruler and P.O.
I still * with Sean, I still * with her
And I still choppin' up with Joe Ray and Bub
I still slide through 85th and still slide through Mac
And I * with 99th, you know them cats in the back
And I still slide through these from Brookfield to Subramanian
If you really from Oakland, then you niggas understand me
They get cold in the night, I'ma take you home
I'm a nigga Fabby Davis, get your brand, lil' bruh
I know they hate that you made it
I still slide through seminary and still * with Stone
Where the Gordons and the Perrys and the Pringles call home
I'm from the home of Keith the Snake, Yuck Mouth, Richie Rich
Puman, True Down, and that nigga Filthy Rich
And Bates and Jay Stockman, but y'all know that
I'm from the city where them motherfuckin' hustlers be at
East Oakland, yeah, that's right
East Oakland, yeah, that's right
East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Check this out, East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Sop down on the Cougar, foothill bound
Blowin' cookies till I die like I'm smokin' the town
*'s wavin' from the bus stop, cookies in the air
But I ain't never been the trick, bitch, recognize the player
I'm Goldie and Tony only mixed and a whole nother breed
I'm not only what you want, bitch, I'm what you need
See, I'm a Oakland motherfucker with so much hustle
Niggas hatin' every day but can't stop my bubble
I shine like neon, what?
Code is Freon, but I'm choosy about my circle
I don't * with peons
Marcus, Pam Pam, and Kenny Wayne
30 years in the streets and ain't nothin' changed, nigga
I'm just tryna live my life
But the streets keep callin' me back
Blowin' cookies in the sky
Holla Oakland till I die
We can't really get it lit
Can't you see I'm with the *?
I'm just tryna live my life
But the streets keep callin' me back
Blowin' cookies in the sky
Holla Oakland till I die
We can't really get it lit
Can't you see I'm with the *?
Can't you see I'm with the *?