Oakland

Old school Cali ninety five mack ten Hit the road all I need is a place to put the stash in And they show they hand I don't need a friend I told Jai roll a Fronto We get to it like everyday so so I know some niggas hate That's what they supposed to do Like what they gone do I would to if I was in they position I was depressed and felt nobody would listen Like f*ck a counselor Hop up in the booth and speak my truth Like imma liar Neighborhood supplier Know the junkies Throw a three on the one Give em a nosebleed I had nothing Couldn't find no one to love me Now they love me Sporadically I think about the past and get blazed With nothing to say Pokerface aye These niggas playing catch up They ain't caught the pace yet I'm rocking two gold chains like Shabba Ranks yea I'm trying to stack my paper up like skyscrapers Ran all out of favors And I'm on the way up I ain't goin down like ever If you didn't know If you must know Old school Cali ninety five mack ten Hit the road all I need is a place to put the stash in And they show they hand I don't need a friend Old school Cali ninety five mack ten Hit the road all I need is a place to put the stash in And they show they hand I don't need a friend I don't need a friend I been too busy counting these racks These dividends Got me living comfortably in these designer kicks I ain't never heard of these niggas bro who they is I just heard the opps outside it's time to spin again We shoot buckets Look at the score they know we up Told baby girl if she ain't fucking She gotta pack all her shit up She got so mad when the lyft come Told her that she gotta get up We turn the mags to drums So when we thump they feel us Bro got a stick on his hip, a stick in his whip You jump, get lit up When I be with yo bitch She be on my dick She really wanna come with us And I tell her she can You her man Well she don't give a damn When she with me she my number one fan She don't love you cause you ain't getting bands You in trouble cause I take her wherever she wanna go And you just tell her you can't Smoking on bubba I grind that shit up and throw it in a blunt now it's back to the plan Remember when Chuckk was the only nigga That I knew with a tool now we got em on hand Remember at lunch when we poured up that deuce Can't believe that shit had came out the can Remember I had that shit without no juice Told myself I'll never do it again Pop a perky Wash it down wit some Goose I'm just hoping that this shit ain't the end Cause I ain't done yet And my mama can go get whatever she wish For staying patient I know that raising me wasn't the easiest shit But I swear to God that I'm grateful Couple more days I'm putting yo ass in a Bentley Hoping that show that I'm thankful Might go to church forgive all my sins Trying not to bend The devil can't break me We get under they skin I see them niggas talking shit with they friends Why do it hurt you whenever we win Told em it'd be like this from the begin Now they all know If I said it I meant it Old school Cali ninety five mack ten Hit the road all I need is a place to put the stash in And they show they hand I don't need a friend Old school Cali ninety five mack ten Hit the road all I need is a place to put the stash in And they show they hand I don't need a friend