Oaktown (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] [Richie Rich] Gone off a zone [Casual] Uh-huh [RR] Rich Rich [Casual] Brought Got 'em all out for this one [Too $hort] Yeah, that's right ("Oaktown") [T$] Up in this muthafucka, bitch [Casual] E-Mac, give 'em a bar, boy [Verse 1: E-Mac] I'm from Oakland, boy; I thought I told ya, boy We ride doors open, smokin', boy Dreadlocks flooded the block, we all look similar Just separated by paper and who rims is bigger Cash, my nigga Learned game, spit it, E-Mac, I come wit' it It's the home of the grapes, whistle tips on scrapes—ya get it Take trips outta state with the weight and get it We pay low price on the block, stay wit' it It's Oakland, daddy; spinner thangs hold the Caddy My jewel pieces keep the cops mad at me My generation, we ain't go no sense We keep them behind tints, smokin' out your residence It's the home of the riders, the Raiders, you know the city of $hort Number one pay dock in the loaf, I'm reppin' the O ("Oaktown") [Interlude: Too $hort] Eastside, Westside, Northside, Oakland, California [Verse 2: Too $hort] I'm from Cokeland but I never sold cocaine I used to sell Coca-Cola at the Oakland A's games To future kingpins and rap stars, some young hustlers We from the O—where you from, muthafucka? Ain't no doubt you get shot in The Town Ran your mouth and niggas 'bout to get down Everybody knows how we be on that shit You bring her to The Town—yeah, we want yo' bitch Town niggas hella foul but we laced with knowledge Can't get out the streets and didn't make it to college Got a chromed-out Harley and I'm making some dollars When you see me hit the corner, I be making it holler 'Cause I love where I'm from, it's where the pimps was raised The Super Bowl Raiders and the Championship A's Independent labels, Bay Area funk My name is Too $hort, tell 'em where I'm from [Verse 3: Casual] Yeah, Oaktown, Eastside, flame-spittin' youngster Cats consider my rap street-tied Amongst the ranks from gangstas, bustas to bosses Y'all go stupid but walk the streets cautious And spit it like he flawless, rhyme lawless Town Business, and if you down with this baller, bang out And hang out of their Impalas See, Cash smoke grapes all day and make dollars It's nothin' family, catch me in something candy From the North Pole to Sobrante, dawg, annually I mess with cats that puts The Town on the map for rap We give it to ya like, blap-da-dap-da-dap Only Ave killers live and never die Yeah, that's Oakland, fam, no need to tell 'em why I stay hella high Just chillin' in my ghetto, gone On the block posted up on my Metro phone, 'cause this… [Chorus: Casual] ("Oaktown") Ya'mean? That's what I tell 'em when they ask, "Where you from?" ("Oaktown") In the dirty, they gotta love us; you're dirty, you gotta love us This ("Oaktown") Pimps from CHI to NY spit game that came from ("Oaktown") Nah'mean, it's Town Business (Cash, let me holler at 'em for a second, mayne) Get at 'em [Verse 4: G-Stack] My block got knockas, got hop, got rocks Goes hoes, got reefer, got yours, get props Plus they got Stack backin' 'em; I may not be platinum But hoes or foes get both served with a Magnum I'm all about my cash, though at the top of the year Homicide, they had your boy; because of Cash, I'm here That's why they feel me when they pop in the disc I'm getting money while y'all just rappin' funny, get smacked up like a bitch I'm a Ave nigga, sav niggas keepin' me low See, I don't drink and I don't smoke, but I stay reppin' the O You get the duck sick, duck quick, buck if you try I am the Ville, born and raised, that's where I'll probably die Right here in Oakland [Verse 5: Richie Rich] I'm gone off a zone, dub shot of Patron Looking for something to put these 28's on Bitches think I'm thee man, niggas think I'm ki man Mad at the fact that I do move sack Look, the rims on my chopper show what tone I'm on Better hurr' up, 'fore them zones be gone Like the old Jordans—soon as they in, they out Niggas gone off that purple's what my town be 'bout You'll get bucked quick, caught after the curfew These niggas'll murk you, these bitches'll hurt you My town's shitty, but I love its dirty drawers We ain't even got no mall and we still gon' ball Niggas Harley'd out, plus Bob Marley'd out Dreads and T-shirts, looking for thee purp Coming through my city, nigga, bring you a pistol That's coming from Dub, Town Business official [Chorus: Casual] ("Oaktown") Ya'mean? That's what I tell 'em when they ask, "Where you from?" ("Oaktown") In the dirty, they gotta love us; you're dirty, you gotta love us This ("Oaktown") Pimps from CHI to NY spit game that came from ("Oaktown") Nah'mean, it's Town Business