Streets Of Oakland Lyrics - The Coup

Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Let's do this 

[Chorus] 

Niggas 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 

Welcome to the danger zone, where the niggas don't play that 

Every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped 

'Cause rat packers try to jack that ass 

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 niggas be flipping over dope and 

Your friends might get you if you're slipping in Oakland 

Yeah, so don't play no punk-ass nigga close 

'Cause they'll mash on your cash and get ghost 

And don't say Ant Banks didn't warn ya 

About the loced-ass gangstas killing in California 

That's where I'm from, nigga, rolling in my G-ride 

Hey, you gonna see me slide when I'm on the Eastside 

Making all my fucking gitnotes 

Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokes 

That's all we doing is the town is seeing bitches 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 bitches too 

And the shit 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 bump, trunk of funk is knocking 

Candy paint on they ride keeps the bitches jocking 

Knowing you's a balling-ass nigga 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 

Fuck it, you're making duckets, never riding buckets 

Playing punk bitches 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 niggas ain't joking 

Boy, you get that ass smoked in Oakland 

[Chorus] 

Aw yeah, The Coup is up in here, and we be talking about the real. 

Motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers do this shit to pay their rent. 

But here's a hint: how we gonna get it straight when we bent? 

Shit, see I ain't never had shit 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...