(feat. Boots (The Coup))

[Ant Banks]

Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Let's do this

[Chorus:]

^!$$%s 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


[Ant Banks]
Welcome to the danger zone, where the ^!$$%s don't play that

Every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped
Cause rat packers try to jack that $$#
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 ^!$$%s be flipping over dope and

Your friends might get you if you're slipping in Oakland
Yeah, so don't play no punk-ass ^!$$% 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, ^!$$%, rolling in my G-ride

Hey, you gonna see me slide when I'm on the Eastside
Making all my $#&@ing gitnotes
Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokes

That's all we doing is the town is seeing (*##$es 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 (*##$es too
And the %#@! 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 (*##$es jocking
Knowing you's a balling-ass ^!$$% 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

$#&@ it, you're making duckets, never riding buckets
Playing punk (*##$es 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 ^!$$%s ain't joking
Boy, you get that $$# smoked in Oakland


[Chorus]


[Boots: spoken]
Aw yeah, The Coup is up in here, and we be talking about the
real. Mother$#&@as 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 mother$#&@as do this %#@!

to pay their rent. But here's a hint: how we gonna get it straight
when we bent? %#@!, see I ain't never had %#@! 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..