Ant Banks

(feat. Boots (The Coup))
[Ant Banks]
Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Lets do this
[Chorus:]
Niggas in Oakland all day long
Be pimping these hoes from dusk til dawn
Making cash real fast and you know its on
Hanging on the streets of Oakland
All we do is smoke that weed
And drink brew on the ave til we get keyed
And a little bit of head is all we need
Hanging on the streets of Oakland
[Ant Banks]
Welcome to the danger zone, where the niggas dont play that
Every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped
Cause rat packers try to jack that ass
From the jealousy thats built in the streets when you stack cash
And theyll blast, hoping they can get get it
Punk, so if you got it, you best to get with it
Or quit it, cause niggas be flipping over dope and
Your friends might get you if youre slipping in Oakland
Yeah, so dont play no punk-ass nigga close
Cause theyll mash on your cash and get ghost
And dont say Ant Banks didnt warn ya
About the loced-ass gangstas killing in California
Thats where Im from, nigga, rolling in my G-ride
Hey, you gonna see me slide when Im on the Eastside
Making all my fucking gitnotes
Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokes
Thats all we doing is the town is seeing bitches clowning
Kicking back getting high lounging
It really doesnt matter what you do, yo chilling with your crew
Youre sipping on a brew, youre pimping bitches too
And the shit dont bother me if thats how its gotta be
Then macking these hoes should be equality
See, the game goes deep when youre rolling
Hanging on the streets of Oakland
[Chorus]
Nighttime falls and everybodys perking
No punks around so funks occurring
But the sideshows back and everybodys flossing
In they ride trying to side and all the freaks are tossing
And brother with bump, trunk of funk is knocking
Candy paint on they ride keeps the bitches jocking
Knowing yous a balling-ass nigga everybody hates
Rolling in the town with a pound straight dropping weight
Blowing up like dynamite
Selling weed, yey, angel dust, hop, and China white
Fuck it, youre making duckets, never riding buckets
Playing punk bitches like puppets
Yo, but theres a lot of fake counterfeit macks
Playa hating on they homies trying to dry cat
To look good for the hoes, man these niggas aint joking
Boy, you get that ass smoked in Oakland
[Chorus]
[Boots: spoken]
Aw yeah, The Coup is up in here, and we be talking about the
real. Motherfuckas know that we know, that they know, that we
know the deal. Now the originality of our principality is that
we dont play the pimp. But the reality of our locality, and
youll learn this gradually, is that motherfuckas do this shit
to pay their rent. But heres a hint: how we gonna get it straight
when we bent? Shit, see I aint never had shit but my stripes
and my game and my life, and all thems just hand downs from my
grandaddy. Yeah, Im living large kidding with Ant Banks, but Im
still hustling food stamps for my candy apple red Caddy. Alright..
[ Streets Of Oakland Lyrics ]