East Oakland International Lyrics

Still in the cuts with the money on the frontline
My life's so real it's somethin like 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 raid, I need that mother fucking 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 pussy 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 fucking block, I meet bosses..
That ship off orders. I meet bosses that front off money
You need a mil? Yeah! Bitch fuck with me!
You're thirsty bitch, I'm talking bout a dinner plate
I'll smack you bitches and i'll smack the dealer

I came from the crack bitch, 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 bitch i'll definitely go get em'

Give up my seat, but I can't stand snitchin', won't fuck me in my ass, cause I'll kill your bitch 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 fuck about a charge, nigga 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