Lyrics:
Oakland, we be with the most shit
Out in Richmond, hoes stay trippin'
Out in Frisco, they stay with a pistol
Out in Vallejo, they let them things go
All
and Mac Keak the last don
East Oakland the land of the side show
Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo
I'm riding side ways, this way and that way
Door's
Richmond, Virginia boston
New York City clinton Sparks
Don’t get it fucked up pussy
You know how to act
And I’m single handedly carrying New
York
these here rap cheques
Fancy cars, women, EPMD, P-A, Richmond
In this rap game, giggity-get in where you fit in
Fit in where you get like mines,
at
That Bluegrass Festival in the sky
There'll be old Tige and Baker
And Clements and Warren
Richmond and Harold Carl Story and Dorrin
Acker McMagaha
Philly
Peace to my people in Richmond
Peace to my people in Cali
Peace to my people in Queens
Peace to my people goin uptown
Peace to my people in
motherfucker, Richmond Ave., Nigga
That's, that's where I'm at, nigga
Ha, uh
Had to check me a ho comin' down
Bail out money, I got my dawg off the ground
driver
He'd say el sob number one
With a Bocephus sticker
On his 442 he'd light 'em up
Just for fun
Captain Pierce was a fireman
Richmond engine
Berkeley niggas meet me at the park
Berkeley High, we get live (where you at?)
Oakland Tech, Albany High (where you at?)
Pasadena, Richmond High
Throw
I'm fine
And let you know wherever I go
You never leave my mind
Broke down in Kentucky; in Richmond there was snow
We saw our friends in Charlotte; we
fire up my [?]
I'm gon' boog-a-loo my blues
Gonna cut a rug from Raleigh to Richmond
And my banjo strings'll break (?)
Oh and open that pearly gate
Seminola niggas, Bahhas, Hialeah niggas, Matchbox, Wynwood niggas
Richmond Heights, Perine niggas
Homestead niggas, Florida City niggas
Overtown niggas
The fire-power from Detroit
They missed me in New Jersey
Though things got pretty tight.
Caught my scent in Richmond
At the Hotel Savoy
But I got out
Burtrum, Julia Richmond, is it fashion?
Elijah Whitney sing the song with me
Sisters from Washington Irv. swing a arm
Brothers in death, pull the fire
And the world's gotten slow
So wheres a boat man to go
I think I'll float on down
To Richmond town
They don't need us anymore
Hauling freight from shore
I met a man in Richmond
Laid out on the street
White lightning in a bottle
Discarded at his feet
This dirty broken derelect
Could barely speak
Leaving Strutton Ground
Through Mermaid Street
To the World's End
Through the Avenue of the 18th day
By an August moon
Richmond Bridge
car driver,
He'd say "el sob number one."
With a Bocephus sticker on his 442
He'd lighten up just for fun.
Captain Pierce was a fireman.
Richmond
birthdays with that shit in my head
Think about the time when we would chill
Up in 1 and 2 in back in Richmond Hill
Yeah that shit was real, us young niggaz
on up!!!!
Liberty City, get on up!!! Carol City, get on up!!!
Opalocka, get on up!!! 'Lil Haiti, get on up!!!
Overtime, get on up!!! Richmond Heights, get
grand
Then peace to Richmond and
Of course the Land
I'm lettin ya know cuz I can
"Yeah, I'mma let ya know
Yeah, I'mma let ya know
Yeah, I let you know
ship his body to Richmond
Virginia injure, I'm a ninja
Nah, not a turtle, but nigga might
Them niggas got his ass like
Put the 40 cal-y in the trunk
Me like Houston we got a problem
They know I'm from Richmond so they
Think I'm gone rob 'em
But they right, get 'em from my rights
I got problems they
there a lot, ya know
Trenton's in New Jersey north of Jefferson, Missouri
You got Richmond in Virginia, South Dakota has Pierre
Harrisburg's in
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