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moves in this rap game
See everybody want the fame, I want the fourtune
Niggaz be scorchin hot
Got a place that I moved in up north
Got my face
that while rollin in a ride at the same time
Listen to the bassline
By T.C.
And my nigga named Black see
Poem like d-o-p-e
Sayin fresh rhymes for the RBL
of this life of mine
You see, the lady I choose must like to cool
In a freak's cut bikini by the pool

Havin' good times, that's what we'll be doin'
whoa-oh, singing oh Santa Rosa
Whoa-oh, high and low-oh-oo
Then one day, sang ol' Craig,
I'll be free to go my way

And be standing by the bay at Santa
by the Bay
A nigga who gets his mug on and mack on, but anyway
On any day we can get em up or shoot em up
Havin that ass bounce three times while my
rap game
I'm juss a sick ass nigga from that mack Bay
Straight, game we lace to put my name in the spotlight
No game, this paid style I'm gettin paid
cattin'
My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do
And we got more rhymes than your damn crew
Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted
An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today.
The first time in his life he's made that step.
Be numbed by the society and plagued by
An overaged boy of 39 has left the wing today
The first time in his life he's made that step
Be numbed by the society and plagued by insecurity
the black stretch limo cold rolls up
And then the posse breaks, high off the Cold Duck
And then I set the mic to show destruct
Even if we open up, that
cattin'
My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do
And we got more rhymes than your damn crew
Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted
with the Gods in the house
Cause we don't sleep, traitor interpretate this
Allah equal God equal He with supreme qualities
You best believe God's real
[chorus]
bay area it is da hood of da brave
bay area none my boys are afraid
bay area we got dat work down here
bay area we let it go fo da low
gatted up
Can't fuck with the 187 Fac nigga we in your ass
Nigga with a gangsta lean
Yeah
Comin' out the mothafuckin' Bay Area
Straight motherfuckin'
of 'em scroungin'
But me, man? Yo, I'm just loungin'
Word up, I'm just loungin'

Me and the crew or should I say posse
Had the music kickin' in
take it to the Bay
Frisco to Sac-town
They do it eryday

Coppin' to Hollywood
As soon as I hit LA
I'm in that low low
I do it the Cali way

And when I
Folsom, Folsom street on the way to Polk and Castro
You don't find them finer
Freedom, freedom is in the air, yeah
Searching for what we all
TV's
Had the ride packed up 'til we heard "freeze"
Fuckin' blue lights, read 'em their rights

Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama

4 in the morning, lights in my
around de way.
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home!

Saturday
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way.
Nappy heads in the zone
Chillin' out when you're down by the bay
Hold on tight she's already on the way, hey hey
In one smooth shot you stroll down the line
Bags are packed
An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today.
The first time in his life he's made that step.
Be numbed by the society and plagued by
ourselves red down in Montego Bay
Hotel-hired guards keep the natives away 

We want to save the whales
We'll go watch them feed,
Buzz around them in
It's the motherfuckin' heist so don't ring the alarm 'G'
It's the B-O-S-S and the S-P-I-C-E
So, put this gat in your pants (right)
And we gonna
I met her down in Tampa Bay
Spring Break '88
She came in to hear my band play
And man, we were on that night
Twin guitars and twenty minute jams
get 'em by da flock
I call ma homie black meet on da ave
I hit wash with da money in da bag
We into big spinners
See my pimpin never dragged
Find me wit