N.E.W. Oakland

Lyrics

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B.] Yeah, yeah, yeah, look Ayy, man, it's your boy Fabby Davis Jr. of the Mack Pack, man You know what I'm sayin'? And, uh, niggas be hatin' on the Town, mayne So what I did was put together the bosses from they areas So we can really show y'all how this shit go, mayne, look, uh [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] I got North, got the East, got the West with me So I suggest you niggas don't mess with me Nigga, be cool 'cause you don't wanna squabble 'Cause we could do the fool, but you don't want a problem Put that on somethin', I put that on fathers Put that on somethin', I put that on mamas Put that on somethin', I put that on grandcitas You run up on me and get your man beat up [Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.] Bushrod, Gaskill, 6-deuce, Goldenville Nigga, 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 Reppin' the Bay, but you know it's Town biz My side been forgot about and that's what I'm hot about Niggas, they be hating, but pimpin', that's what it's not about (What's it 'bout?) It's about gettin' money, gettin' close to a mill' So I got my niggas from the Ghost and the 'Ville You already know, so don't ask what it do Scraper full of rippers when you see us sliding through [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] I got North, got the East, got the West with me So I suggest you niggas don't mess with me Nigga, be cool 'cause you don't wanna squabble 'Cause we could do the fool, but you don't want a problem Put that on somethin', I put that on fathers Put that on somethin', I put that on mamas Put that on somethin', I put that on grandcitas You run up on me and get your man beat up [Verse 2: G-Stack] We savvin' it, ain't never having it You better run in the club when we grabbin' it 'Cause we Townin', my niggas stay clownin' Thirty-six roundin', my niggas go down and You gotta all know where I'm from like Robert D Or like Felix Wayne or like Lil D 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 low-key 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 motherfucker but I'll never be a sucka, uh [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] I got North, got the East, got the West with me So I suggest you niggas don't mess with me Nigga, be cool 'cause you don't wanna squabble 'Cause we could do the fool, but you don't want a problem Put that on somethin', I put that on fathers Put that on somethin', I put that on mamas Put that on somethin', I put that on grandcitas You run up on me and get your man beat up [Verse 3: Bavgate] Niggas wanna eat what I eat (Uh-uh), wanna take my plate But I'm Bavgate, the king of the Golden State (Nigga) I'm a G like khakis and corduroy (You know what I'm sayin'?) I'm a BMR boy, no doy (Yeah) All black, pack toys, I ain't goofy, Leroy (Leroy) Yeah, I sent the decoy to jack you boy (Uh-huh) And you don't want beef, I'll spray your convoy For tryna see B, I'll take you down, boy (You know what I'm sayin'?) I'm from the West where Huey P. Newton from Fast as the Autobahn, the feds think I'm Taliban Four niggas snitched on me like a telethon, nigga (Shit) Yeah, it's Bavgate, right here, back with the Tommy gun (Uh-huh) And I'm accurate, homie, like a M1 [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] I got North, got the East, got the West with me So I suggest you niggas don't mess with me Nigga, be cool 'cause you don't wanna squabble 'Cause we could do the fool, but you don't want a problem Put that on somethin', I put that on fathers Put that on somethin', I put that on mamas Put that on somethin', I put that on grandcitas You run up on me and get your man beat up [Outro: Mistah F.A.B.] Yeah, y'all know, man You see? There you have it Town business at the fullest, mayne North, East, West Oakland, mayne Ya heard? Yadadabooboo? E-A-Ski, ayy, big cousin, thank you for the beat, mayne You know what I'm saying? Yeah, we fucks with it Yee, yee