East Oakland International lyrics

Still in the cuts with the money on the frontline
My life's so real it's somethin like the drumline
Your hear that bass.. thats for the streets
Argh he sell a little weed, thats enough for me to creep

Burglary; it might turn into a rape
I need that mother f*cking cake
I dont celebrate, my birthday is the worst way if they still rap
It must be birthday
Cause I keep getting presents or maybe its Christmas I got trees.. in the ceiling, you know what im sayin..
Catch me on international thats my other traphouse, i buy pus*y from the bottom and I’m up 50 from the crackhouse..

They stole my swag and they.. went Pop...
I might have to go Pop, Your trendy
The only time that I shop, is when I’m talking bags
Or when I’m talking blocks

Literally; I'll serve your f*cking block, I meet bosses..
That ship off orders. I meet bosses that front off money
You need a mil? Yeah! b*tch f*ck with me!
You're thirsty b*tch, I'm talking bout a dinner plate
I'll smack you b*tches and i'll smack the dealer

I came from the crack b*tch, ask yourself who realer?
If we really got beef, I do no mask killin' I'm my own bodyguard and i'm my Own J Simpson. I'm my own Al Capone and b*tch i'll definitely go get em'
Give up my seat, but I can't stand snitchin', won't f*ck me in my ass, cause I'll kill your b*tch ass
Got a lot of hate and pain, I wonder where that sprouted from?
Most dudes you know like me; You know they outcome

I got a lot of problems, so i smoke blunts, I (don't) give a f*ck about a charge, n*gga its waterfront. West Berkeley! Yeah
Down to South Berkeley, I push that line up, every time that i grind up

Bang! And make sure that my soldiers line up
Because everytime i open up them blocks i want them lines up