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mistah f.a.b. - n.e.w. oakland lyrics

[intro: mistah f.a.b.]
yeah, yeah, yeah, look
ay man, it’s your boy fabby davis jr. of the mac pack, man
y’m sayin’? and, uhh, n-ggas be hatin’ on the town, mayne
so what i did was put together the bosses from their areas
so we can really show y’all how this sh-t go, mayne
look, uh

[hook: mistah f.a.b.]
i got north, got the east, got the west with me
so i suggest you n-ggas don’t mess wit me
n-gga be cool ’cause you don’t wanna squabble
’cause we could do the fool but you want a problem
put that on something, i put that on fathers
put that on something, i put that on mamas
put that on something, i put that on grand citas
you run up on me and get your man beat up!

[verse 1: mistah f.a.b.]
bushrod, gask!ll, 6-deuce, goldenville, n-gga, it’s trill
pole boy, i’ll tell you how it feel
high off purple or we thizzin off a pill
you think we square? we polar bears
you doubt it if you want to but it’s soldiers here
fabby davis is the prince of the o
the freestyle king, man, and everybody know
and uh, i is, down with thizz
repping the bay but you know it’s town biz
my side been forgot about and that’s what i’m hot about
n-ggas they be hating, but pimpin’, that’s what it’s not about
it’s about gettin’ money, gettin’ close to a mill
so i got my n-ggas from the ghost and the ville
you already know so don’t ask what it do
scr-per full of rippas when you see us sliding through

[verse 2: g-stack]
we savvin’ it, ain’t never having it
you better run in the club when we grabbing it
’cause we townin’, my n-ggas stay clownin
36 rounding, my n-ggas go down and
you gotta all know where i’m from like robert d
or like felix wayne or like lil dee
i’m from the v-i-double-l-a-g-e
you must be deaf and dumb if you ain’t heard of me
g-stack rise through your hood like yeast
rolling through the north and the west but i reps that east
when i’m throwing up my hood, they mistake it for peace
’cause i’m two fingers spreaded ’cause i’m so o.g
and i’m rarely in the club ’cause i’m so lowkey
but i’m all through these streets like you don’t know me
if wasn’t for the hood, what would i be?
another average motherf-cker but i’ll never be a sucka

[verse 3: bavgate]
n-ggas wanna eat what i eat, wanna take my plate
but i’m bavgate, the king of the golden state
i’m a g like khakis and corduroy
i’m a bmr boy, no doy
hold black pack toys, i ain’t goofy, leroy
yeah, i sent the decoy to jack you boy
and you don’t want beef, i’ll spray your convoy
for tryna see b, i’ll take you down, boy
i’m from the west where huey p. newton from
fast like the autobahn, the feds think i’m taliban
four n-ggas snitched on me like a telethon, sh-t
bavgate, right here, back with the tommy gun
and i’m accurate, homie, like a m-1

[outro: mistah f.a.b.]
yeah, y’all know man
you see, there you have it
town bidness at the fullest, mayne
north east west oakland, mayne
ya heard?! yadadab00boo?!
e-a-ski, ay big cousin, thank you for the beat, mayne
know what i’m saying? yeah, we f-cks wit it…yee yee

- mistah f a b lyrics

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