Streets of Oakland

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Ant Banks

Anthony Banks, known simply as Ant Banks, is a producer and rapper from Oakland, California. more »

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1994

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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 
F*ck 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...

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