Bay Classics

Lyrics

[Celly Cel] Tribute to the yeah Bay classics Tribute to the yeah Bay classics Tribute to the yeah Bay classics Tribute to the yeah Bay classics I'mma Bay, boy Y'all better know Ain't nobody in the industry that's messing with my flow Can't nobody hang with the gang that we chop up Ridin' with the doors open, smoke the whole block up Man, put the Glock up We having fun tonight Ain't nobody gettin' killed, ain't gone be no fist fight Ay did he say that? You wanna know why? Cuz we about to get high As a kite, off the purp pill Move in slow motion baby, listening to Cel Off the cannibus I must and yeah I can bust, with the best of em' leaving the rest of em' in dust New or old Bay everybody wanna fuss When we all come together and reppin', now that's a plus Too $hort, The Frontline, 40, the Keek, Yukmouth to Messy, we all got heat On CDs all around the world You might see me creeping with your favorite girl Sideways, to the homie Forty Water spot down the highway Hit this little shorty, she hot Like Tabasco, we undercover like Donnie Brasco Hope nobody see me, that's why I be movin' fast though Past yo neighborhood and past yo residence To the Ambassador's Lounge for dead presidents And the super don't gimme no bammer man The Bay go wild so we better bring the cameraman To get the action, sorry Ms. Jackson Don't blame me cause your little girl mackin' Mo' than me see, she like breezys Seen her at the club and the girl off the heezy Droppin' it like it's hot, makin' em' want her They all up on it, your little girl is gone and, uh Game recognize game in the Bay, man Do it big or go home we don't play, man Where we stay man, it's based on the convo Coming up and dippin' on new cars in the condo Unemployed, but we ball like the big boys From the scraper to the Benz, we got big toys Switch from the tall can to the genie bottle We do it moving in the Yay man, full throttle Go, get silly to this All the motorcycle clubs pop a wheelie to this We having a party in memory of Machiavelli Tupac was the homie, had love for Celly Pour out a little liquor for the fallen soldiers In the Bay, rap game, man we all gon' hold ya, down It's one nation and one team Not the new or the old, it's the Bay, yadadamean? Yadadadig? Ever since we was kids, had visions of makin' money and tryin' to do it big Visions of cash, cars, clothes, and videos Platinum cards, mini mansions, yeah gimme those Bad breezys, something to pop a bottle with Dime pieces, top notches, model chicks Hood rats and D girls, I love em' all For sending packages and taking our Collect calls Til' we touch down then it's like Where it's at, where the purp, where the yak, where the thizz, where they at? What it do, yadadamean? Yeah, Bay talk What it is cuzcuz? Nah, it ain't the Bay fault Everybody wanna G like us Soaking up the Bay game trying to be like us Talk like, act like, look like players in the Bay But our game way too tight