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yukmouth - welcome 2 da bay lyrics

(feat. mac dre, messy marv, numskull)

{-welcome to the bay! – background music-}

(messy marv)
i’m still out there my n-gg- you cant tell
still at the kitchen table cuttin down c-ke to sell
still? still conduct business through a beeper
with the block under my sneakers
i’m still in it still rappin still winnin
still hit the d-mn spot 300 i’m still spinnin
still rock the mock in lenin
still up the block hop out and be like
yo young n-gg- still in the beef
we ride the high sh-t we still in the streets
all the gangs still come from the west
i’m still sendin a b-tch and shoot sh-t
cuz that muck still on my back man still gotta have it
still the sh-t and pee pee on you f-ggots
we still unda the sun
ask dre yuk and numb take over my n-gg-

(chorus: repeat 2x)
yeah put us back on the map b-tch
we put crack on the map
dope fiends get slapped with a bat
b-tch n-gg-z get capped with a gat
let them know where they at
back to back benz’s and lac’s
real macs b-tches on tracks
real thugs get riches of crack
while the snitches get whacked
let the know where they at cuz

(yukmouth)
the home of the crack owners since operation stackover
i’ve been slappin cowards with the strap holder
roll with the mob and get mashed over
you got to find your slabs of c-ke from me
the flower boys the metro boys n-gg-
the richmond boys the frisco boys n-gg-
sniffin boys shiftin boys click go get embroiled
we ride old school two’s and vogues
we ride 2002s on hoes, and the shoes is old 22s
infoced all on a b-tch and we use to lose them hoes
dippin yokin in the strips of oakland sippin smokin b-tches scopin
wrists is glowin mouth platinum even when my sh-t was golden
yukmouth been the sh-t with flowin
oakland stand up, wave the grams up
get the keys to atlanta and hook fam up
in the lam truck i’m the boss like
tony danza with the police scanner

(chorus)

(mac dre)
runnin from the blacks and whites
on hubcaps and whites
slangin sacks at night down to the sight
the bay area more than cleavit
ball capped ace dudes gold teeths
from fillmore to the v to the ccc (country club crestside)
pimp n-gg-z play b-tches like mp3
land of the nate shrimp and champagne
fat dank blunts fresh off the plane
homie of the vgf and commie
messy marv, mac dre and the luniz
and vallejo theres hundreds of sales
young n-gg-z slangin rock from the lunch pail
mel got me driftin yokin and dippin
in the car from the 60s when i steer
boy i’m goin to yok at come out here
you might not go back

(chorus)

(knumbskull)
i’ve been dope since felix, blew weed before 5 on it came
and gave the whole world to me, the pay roll to regime
is how the world should be
all make music n-gg-z wish they could be
like numb like yuk like marv like dre gettin loaded everyday
the bay got an image that took years to earn
don’t come here to bullsh-t come here to learn
you think n-gg-z seperated come see the other
it’s three money makin n-gg-z f-ckin with each other
i’ve did it with dre like we some bloods and crips
better know it the bay is on some hustlin sh-t
who pimp like the bay, i never seen us sippin the bay
all i know is gettin chips in the bay
this yuk this marv this dre i’m knumb
represent the bay n-gg- f-ck where you’re from

(chorus) – 2x

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