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