The Bay (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Amp Live, Clyde Carson] Yeah, stand up Zion I presents "The Bay" The 510, 707, 916, 415, 408, Northern Cali "Bay" remix Remix, remix, here we go, remix [Verse 1: Clyde Carson] Ayy, I done stayed all over the Bay Area but Oakland's home (Oakland's home) Doors open on the whip, shinin' chrome (Yeah) Dreads and gold teeth on stunnas and zones (Why?) Up and down the strip pimps lookin' for hoes (Ha) Ayy, you're rockin' with The Team, it's on (Team) I'm just here to give you some knowledge on my beloved home (Why's that?) We all go stupid whether young or grown (Go, go, go) New slang every minute, Dummy 18 Go (Dummy 18) [Verse 2: Zumbi] Yeah, let it flow, let me tell you what I know From the O to the 'sco, Vallejo to San Jo' Where the block stay flooded, the pimps all strutted I'm low in the cuts with my folks gettin' budded Crooked cops wan' run it but they way too dumb Slump slow in a bucket not known from drums It's the Bay, baby boy, so the game persist Hustlin', stackin' funds for my remix spits [Chorus: Zumbi, Turf Talk] From the O to the 'sco, it's the way that we play To the place where we grind all day in the Bay Vallejo to the 'se or the spot where you stay To the place where we grind all day in the Bay (My turn) [Verse 3: Turf Talk] It's rap in, it's rap in, it's rap in the club (Rap in the club) It's rap in this motherfuckin' sound booth, boy (Sound booth, boy) 707 product We like to hear them pipes when the engine start up And I'm so Bayed up (So Bayed up) I'ma keep sayin' it until it play out (Until it play out) Y'all niggas pussy, punks Don't even know the true meaning of them dreadlocks (Of them dreadlocks) [Verse 4: San Quinn] This is Frisco's finest, my people make you a minus Some write this and righteous, dig for gold like 49ers Them dudes carry big calibers Get mail off the digital scale, we never learned Algebra See, we work the track, with a hood rap or a hoodrat Real built on a gangsta's impact My words are bullets, said the mouth is the trigger In Frisco, many pack pistol to make you feel 'em [Verse 5: Casual] Yeah, we Bay Area big boys, independent paper Amber Alert, it got 'em lookin' for the scraper I'm A-1 out here, the Bay, they got candy Murder rate droppin' 'cause the Raiders got Randy I spent time in L.A., it's all gravy But I'd rather be up in the Bay like Al Davis (Nah'mean) Casual sip fine merlots all day As I roll through the five boroughs of the Bay [Chorus: Zumbi] From the O to the 'sco, it's the way that we play To the place where we grind all day in the Bay Vallejo to the 'se or the spot where you stay To the place where we grind all day in the Bay From the O to the 'sco, it's the way that we play To the place where we grind all day in the Bay Vallejo to the 'se or the spot where you stay To the place where we grind all day in the Bay