[Verse 1:]
You think Oakland California is a city of punks
It only takes a second, to pop the trunk
And just like that you know it's real
You're in the right damn town to get killed
It's all about the game, and nothin` else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers, and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets, and get blasted
Tryin` to be a gangsta but you just ain't lastin`
This little town is gettin` wild as hell
Check the penitentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up that would be just fine
Got my partners from Oakland doin` serious time
You can't argue with the truth it's hard to be black
But it's a mind game, and you gotta deal with that
I wake up everyday and I just can't wait
To make mo money, cause back in the days
When I rapped, I did the same damn thing I do now
Grab the microphone, and show you how
But I was broke, the only thing I had was game
I started makin` money and knew things would change
Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put the handcuffs on backseat I'm in it
Illegal search for about thirty minutes
Askin` me, where's the dope
Where's my gun, but I don't know
I said I'm rappin`, they laugh like I told a joke
And to this day they think I'm sellin` coke
You think Oakland California is a city of punks
It only takes a second, to pop the trunk
And just like that you know it's real
You're in the right damn town to get killed
It's all about the game, and nothin` else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers, and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets, and get blasted
Tryin` to be a gangsta but you just ain't lastin`
This little town is gettin` wild as hell
Check the penitentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up that would be just fine
Got my partners from Oakland doin` serious time
You can't argue with the truth it's hard to be black
But it's a mind game, and you gotta deal with that
I wake up everyday and I just can't wait
To make mo money, cause back in the days
When I rapped, I did the same damn thing I do now
Grab the microphone, and show you how
But I was broke, the only thing I had was game
I started makin` money and knew things would change
Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put the handcuffs on backseat I'm in it
Illegal search for about thirty minutes
Askin` me, where's the dope
Where's my gun, but I don't know
I said I'm rappin`, they laugh like I told a joke
And to this day they think I'm sellin` coke
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