Bad Times, Pt. 1 (feat. Antiseptic & Doobie Tha Gasman)
Wolfman Von
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We still on the grind Selling nickles dubs and dimes In the town where you gotta hustle Releasin da game with the muscle Selling anything ta everythang in the streets Pullin things like the heat if theres beef Yadadmeen no grief cause they wanna to see me So i pulled the foe five and started to buss Maken suckas run and hide aint no point to rush Jackin and hittin licks spittin to sick pimpin and mackin in the cars we be dippin Stop at the block to see what happen guns i be flashin at niggas Cause i be selling and smashing never afraid to pull the trigga In a city i call home i be smoken nigga try to play me buss his dome Cause im from east oakland Deep east east east east east east east o a k l a n d We still strugglin strugglin In east oakland We still strugglin strugglin In east oakland Niggas wanna be me Cause they see the things i be doin Smoke one or two blunts daily Got em haten on me But i aint trippin im good at huslten born made assain That the cops stay harrassen I like niggas who talk shit Cause i get a adrenaline rush outta it Or when im heated then yall really gonna see people leekin F*ck the bling i hustle ta put money in my pocket I dont care if i dont shine but any nigga test me ima drop him Cause thats how we get down in a city i call oaktown Where there no pity selling drugs or stolen property Sending out mean muggs i found out this life is right for me Until Im dead or deceased shot in the head But until that time ima stay reppin the deep We still strugglin strugglin In east oakland We still strugglin strugglin In east oakland Me and von still on the grind Getting off nickles dubs and dimes Did the time did the crime Been in the hall now im out I go dumb throw up the hunits and shout Maken niggas pout off the k daddy Still rollin blunts and fatties bitches still call me daddy I sell cream a k a rocks Its doobie from the ten duce block Not a jock but call me a quarterback The way i turn around and pass them sacks Im tryin to put this deep east shit on the map Im at abes liquor store on e one foe If you didnt know boy its all up on a hoe All up on a bitch put ya brains in stitch Yea bitch im tryna hit i smoke purple My eyes is low and chingy like urkel But i aint trippin cause selling these rock and not gettin caught a miracle But f*ck what you though i also sell heroine We still strugglin strugglin In east oakland We still strugglin strugglin In east oakland
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Written by: Anthony Scott, Davon Tucker, Malcolm Mayfield
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