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You think |
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Oakland California is a city of punks |
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It only takes a second, to pop the trunk |
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And just like that you know it's real |
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You're in the right damn town to get killed |
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It's all about the game, and nothin else |
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You come out here, you better watch yourself |
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Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red |
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But cross the wrong brothers, and end up dead |
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You catch a body full of bullets, and get blasted |
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Tryin to be a gangsta but you just ain't lastin |
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This little town is gettin wild as hell |
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Check the penetentiaries and all the jails |
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If they could lock us all up that would be just fine |
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Got my partners from |
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Oakland doin serious time |
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You can't argue with the truth it's hard to be black |
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But it's a mindgame, and you gotta deal with that |
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I wake up everyday and |
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I just can't wait |
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To make mo money, cause back in the days |
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When I rapped, |
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I did the same damn thing |
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I do nowGrab the microphone, and show you how |
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But I was broke, the only thing |
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I had was game |
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I started makin money and knew things would change |
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Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect |
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But the OP |
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D, found it hard to accept |
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I got jacked by the |
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Task and jacked by the |
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ViceFace down on the ground keep my hands in sight |
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Put the handcuffs on backseat |
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I'm in itIllegal search for about thirty minutes |
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Askin me, where's the dope |
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Where's my gun, but |
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I don't know |
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I said I'm rappin, they laugh like |
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I told a joke |
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And to this day they think |
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I'm sellin coke |
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I want to be free! (and that's the truth) |
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Ohhh yeahhh |
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I want to be free! |
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Ohhh yeahhh |
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I be in Oakland |
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California every day of my life |
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Bass so hard you think |
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I'm smokin a pipe |
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And if I don't smoke it, |
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I gots to grind |
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Searched all my stuff, and all you find |
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Is a pocket full of money count seven |
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G'sNow you wanna think |
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I'm sellin keys |
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Cause I'm a black man, but |
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I run my own business |
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So why the police wanna send me to prison |
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They see a brother makin major cash |
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They knock a patch out his black ass |
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And that's the truth, you can't argue you at all |
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Tryin to give you ten years for a phone call |
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Ain't even trippin on the dank smoke |
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Cause all they wanna find, is guns and coke |
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In court all the time tryin to fight it |
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We get rich, we get indeibted |
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So what's the problem |
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Officer this time? |
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Is havin big money bein black a crime? |
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Or did you take me to jail, to teach me a lesson |
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Charge me with somethin, or just ask questions |
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About the brothers |
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I hang around |
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What's really goin on in the |
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Oakland town |
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Tell me who went broke, and who got rich |
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But Too $hort baby just ain't no snitch |
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You say you're just doin your job |
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But you're gettin on my nerves, just like |
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BobEverytime |
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I hit a corner, |
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I see youAlways tellin brothers what to do |
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You lock me up cause |
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I don't know how to act |
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But I'm down for mine so |
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I be talkin back |
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And when I do, you treat me bad as hell |
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I'm sick of spendin nights in jail |
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I want to be free! (and that's the truth) |
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Ohhh yeahhh |
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I want to be free! |
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Ohhh yeahhh |
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Got out of jail about fo'-fifteen |
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Walkin down the street like a broke dopefiend |
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Had a pocket full of money tryin to play the role |
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Benz got towed and |
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I was hella cold |
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But I ain't trippin, |
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I'm gettin used to it now |
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Handcuffed your boy took me straight downtown |
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For three warrants, had to catch me sooner or later |
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Cause the five-oh's always tryin to jack a playa |
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For no reason, wasn't doin nothin wrong |
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You think |
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I'm lyin, singin that same ol song |
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Well I'm a black man, ridin in a |
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BenzHow in the hell did |
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I make these ends? |
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Here we go |
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I pull over to the right |
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Stop the engine keep my hands in sight |
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I start cursin, cause it don't make sense |
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Why would |
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I run and try to jump a fence |
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If I was plannin, a smooth getaway |
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I never woulda stopped in the first place |
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You'd be high speed chasin me but this time you ain't |
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Cause all |
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I got on me is a big fat bank |
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And I hope |
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I don't get robbed by you know who |
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Make me donate some |
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G's to the boys in blue |
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And if I sue, |
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I won't get nothin back |
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But I ain't mad |
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I'm just black |
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I want to be free! |
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Ohhh yeahhh |
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I want to be free! |
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Ohhh yeahhh |
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I want to be free! |
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Ohhh yeahhh |
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I want to be free! |
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Ohhh yeahhh |
