Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte - Bay Area lyrics
[Frayser Boy, Lil Wyte - Bay Area lyrics]
Bay area, bay area
Allow me to introduce myself two
Tenty one seventy six
Busted out my mama's womb
The haters havin a fit
The birth of a frayser boy is
Now on the fuckin scene
Raised in the Brier ain't too
Many things I ain't seen bay is in my blood
I came up around them real niggas
Niggas on the run
Got feds watchin and takin pictures
Hooked up wit them thugs
Thats hypnotizin yo' minds
Good lookin out paul and juicy
Now I'm back on this grind
Ain't no stoppin this time
Because the sky is the limit
And I'mma stay loyal to my dawgs
Till the day that I finish
You know this race I'mma win it
And much love to the bay
And all them niggas I fucked wit then
I fuck wit today
So this yo' dawg comin at ya
So haters don't ya start
If you wit me you can
Catch me robbin frayser boulevard
Gone on that bay, don't you play
This is where I'm gonna stay
Found my home HCP no longer a fuckin stray
Don't play bay area, ain't love fo
Fuck you hoes we down till we die
This the verse they gonna show you right
Off the wamb I throw them thumbs
Hcp w-y-t-e frayser B bay we be droppin bombs
Watch-the-fuck-out, here we come
(pop! pop! pop) ya'll can't get none
All of a sudden this long haired green
Eyed faggot tryin to get him some
Let me let ya in on a little
Bittty secret I could lyrically toast ya
Plus I'm from the bay that explains
My reactions like a vulture
Quickly find ya, sniff ya out
Now matter how far you mite be
Strong aroma, pass is over
All the air the bay I breath
That got me places, call me crazy
Somehow I done fuckin made it
So mo' in my verse weak then you did
It 3 months I know you hate it
Watch me rise up to the top because
My hood has put me here
Sometimes I feel some parts of the
Bay got it's own atmosphere
Haters, hustlas, rappers
Real-ass-niggas, rednecks, and fuckin queers
Chokin doja, watchin po'po's ride by while
They throw a beer
Yeah it's kind of hectic in my neck
Of the woods but respect it
Life is so damn gravy in the bay
For me you had to check it (BI I TCH)
Allow me to introduce myself two
Tenty one seventy six
Busted out my mama's womb
The haters havin a fit
The birth of a frayser boy is
Now on the fuckin scene
Raised in the Brier ain't too
Many things I ain't seen bay is in my blood
I came up around them real niggas
Niggas on the run
Got feds watchin and takin pictures
Hooked up wit them thugs
Thats hypnotizin yo' minds
Good lookin out paul and juicy
Now I'm back on this grind
Ain't no stoppin this time
Because the sky is the limit
And I'mma stay loyal to my dawgs
Till the day that I finish
You know this race I'mma win it
And much love to the bay
And all them niggas I fucked wit then
I fuck wit today
So this yo' dawg comin at ya
So haters don't ya start
If you wit me you can
Catch me robbin frayser boulevard
Gone on that bay, don't you play
This is where I'm gonna stay
Found my home HCP no longer a fuckin stray
Don't play bay area, ain't love fo
Fuck you hoes we down till we die
This the verse they gonna show you right
Off the wamb I throw them thumbs
Hcp w-y-t-e frayser B bay we be droppin bombs
Watch-the-fuck-out, here we come
(pop! pop! pop) ya'll can't get none
All of a sudden this long haired green
Eyed faggot tryin to get him some
Let me let ya in on a little
Bittty secret I could lyrically toast ya
Plus I'm from the bay that explains
My reactions like a vulture
Quickly find ya, sniff ya out
Now matter how far you mite be
Strong aroma, pass is over
All the air the bay I breath
That got me places, call me crazy
Somehow I done fuckin made it
So mo' in my verse weak then you did
It 3 months I know you hate it
Watch me rise up to the top because
My hood has put me here
Sometimes I feel some parts of the
Bay got it's own atmosphere
Haters, hustlas, rappers
Real-ass-niggas, rednecks, and fuckin queers
Chokin doja, watchin po'po's ride by while
They throw a beer
Yeah it's kind of hectic in my neck
Of the woods but respect it
Life is so damn gravy in the bay
For me you had to check it (BI I TCH)