Dean Hodges - Oakland, California lyrics

(3x)Oakland, California Oakland california is the city of snakes Pimps, pussies, players and fakes Loud mouth b**hes who talk too much Dick teasin b**hes who never f** s**a a** n***a fake as hell A man or a b**h I really can't tell Some of you n***as need to quit Show and tell n***a you ain't sh** Sayin I got this and I got that But when it comes to you I got no rap Cause what I see is good for me And what I don't know just let it be b**hes gamin' workin' extensions Her hair ain't really but two inches Bald head girls in the Oakland world Short afros and jheri curls Nappy head n***as like myself Get a bald head and say go to hell But your a snake your a worm Bald head b**h you need a perm Oakland california is the city of liars Fresh barbed wires with vouge tires n***as tellin' stories twenty minutes long And everything in it was smooth wrong I said why you wanna tell me I don't wanna know All I want is stereo rock Homeboys kick it gettin keyed Sold that mark some fake weed Told that n***a here you go A big fat sack and you know it's premo A 20-dollar bill went to your hand You rushed that money to the coke man To the coke bottle was the next stop But you broke the bottle and can't smoke rock Ba** rocks ba** rocks thats your daddy You better off smokin' on a powdered cabby Have a white christmas everyday Cause c**aine cabby is a too short way Thats Too S-H-O-R-T Smoke more coke than Richard P Have more money than Michael Jackson Oakland, can I get some action? Hey young tender in the 501's I love to see when you work your tongue s**in my dick in the back of the car Rollin down Skyline boulavard I said beeeeeeeyach What are you smoking? A big fat dick in the big East Oakland I see my homie, he needs to quit Holdin' hands with a b**h who looks like sh** Maybe I'm wrong by what I say Maybe that n***a is gettin paid Maybe that n***a ain't bein used Gettin f**ed without collectin' dues That's how I work all the time I'm Too Short baby got a fresh new rhyme For Oakland, California, that's the place Homies got d** all in yo face When the OPD cruise down again n***as goin' half off dubes and tens On any corner anywhere Buy your d** from a Oakland player n***as sell squat callin it top Cut c**aine get a big n***a rock Crime went down murder went up And some of these turfs are tryin to get tuff Who's the leader of the hour Anybody livin' if they push power M-16, 357 Sendin these n***as to hell, not heaven So much d**h in the Oakland streets Your nothin but a target, sellin weed You know I'm rappin the honest truth n***as roll up shootin' guns at you Threatening your life and calling you fake Till you take your d** to another state And sometimes man it's a pity Cause a n***a used to roll in the Oakland city n***as who take do you know yourself You must be the n***a with all the wealth Maybe one day you can own this town If everybody f**ed and you are down That's how you see it I do too But I break b**hes and you break crews Oakland, California is gettin tough n***as got schemes for coming up n***as got ways to make big bank Hittin' these streets like an army tank I'm Too S-H-O-R-T Spitin more game than you'll ever speak (music for 10 seconds) I got mo b**hes wantin me Cause I'm the best dam rapper from the Oakland streets I'm the coldest MC on a microphone Oakland, California won't leave it alone Cause I'm on this mic rapping that game Knockin off tapes like I'm selling c**aine f**ing these freaks indefinitely I never stop f**ing you Oakland freaks High school b**hes really like The way Sir Too Short can rock the mic Oakland, California that's the place Freak freak b**h got a lot of ways She got big fat titties size 38 Imm'a f** that b**h but I can't wait The young girl makes my body boil When I f** that b**h imm'a drill for oil Imm'a put c**aine all over my dick And tell that b**h it's time to lick East Oakland that's where I live The city of the freak freak freaky b**h I spent the night with her she ain't mine I f** that b**h so many times And that right there I could never fake I thought my goddamn dick would break f**ing too much makes you hurt But I never stuck a b**h from puttin' in work All you b**hes can s** me dry s**in my dick for the rest of your lives Ok baby here we are Were just two young freaks in the back of the car You are one who's the other It's Sir Too Short that rappin' a** brotha Everytime I talk to you Whatcha wanna know is it still cool And everytime what do I state Your still my b**h that's everyday All you b**hes cause I'm a hall And you baby girl my freaky doll I'm too short baby now I'm smokin' Another big cabby and I'm in East Oakland Not the west not the north It's the eastside baby I'm Sir Too Short I can spit a rap and i'll create A s**er MC everyday n***as from Oakland, young and old Runnin' round here keep off that dope Singin my rap at the skating rink s**er MC, do you know what I think? You wanna be me so damn bad You wish that you could make my raps When I say "Short", you say your name Tellin your homies you rappin' game But I sell tapes and n***as know You singin my rap in stereo Some of you n***as ain't really sh** And Tony G. is just a b**h Why does Tony rap like me Cause he ain't no pa** high ? Just sleep to the world on what I do Grab a mic front you Tony G., you just can't have it Nothin' but a little light-skinned old f*ggot Tryin to rap on the mic But Too Short baby is what they like