Trust Me

Yeah, R-R-Rice4eveR Still roll around tucked, CG four-door This the part 2 of that Nice Since 94 Sav since 97, back in 11th grade when I drove a red Integra At Skyline High, just a little broken kid from Oakland I think I had a job at Safeway, but my schedule's open For fun and games, fucking with dames, ain't nothing changed I done reverted back to pouring my heart over beats It spills plenty Stopped the henny cause my kidney hurtin' A lot of partyin', fucked up my body pretty bad Twenty years of this shit, it's really cause I miss my dad Ah fuck how life will stomp you out... and throw a kitchen sink And fuck your plans up. If you feeling that, then put your hands up I remember tryin' to do hyphy back with Mr. Fab All of them, every single one, they wouldn't call me back Because they only saw a gimmick and thought I was trash Thought I was joking Couldn't see that I was really Oakland Either you gangster or you fucking with the hieroglyphics Yeah, I'm a backpack nigga, but got a fully auto Sport it with glasses... just to keep the popo off my asses, and keep Uncle Sam out my taxes He saw what I was doing, he'd throw me under the mattress Cause an ironic fact is I been grindin' since 15. Your boy, he ain't no square bear Biaje taught me how to monster up and look a care bear Rest in peace to that tall guy, we miss you motherfucker We gonna hold it down for the O-Town on this go round Need to get on my Dre shit, produce some niggas Then get on some Drake shit You got a little mula, come see me I'll cut you great shit Watch this, me and Sly Russ gon' hold down this region I put that on my potna Wei, a pledge of allegiance I put that on Fifty grande, not the money I'm talking the man when I say that, Bringin' back Bay Rap Get that grit like an Arab. On that shit like a pamper Candy painting EK's with really bad camber Champ white on a DC2, the rims matching We gon' see what that red top do Original C5 with Vins to match on the arm rest and dash We used to steal these motherfuckers, they like $70,000 cash now Gotta 9K red line but we only do like 60 Unless you putting up bread, either that or fake dead Cause now these motherfuckers classic, I ain't getting shit towed The cops will have a field day if they pop my hood Speeder on a pecker wood, dippin' through my neck of wood Sliding down Wallace, finna hook up with the ballers Brick boys what they call us, Park Boulevard Bully Old school like when that Deli used to be down by that Luckys And If I cut a verse for you then just consider yourself lucky East Oakland, California, MC Hammer You can't touch me nigga... trust me