Kool A.D. - Alameda County East Bay, Ho! lyrics

Hey yo, the labyrinth, bourgeois
Bureaucratic tactics, arachnids, ravenous
Acrobatic style son I'll bury you
Disparate techniques,  I marry them
Mary and Barry with the crack rock
Call me Rav 4 then a Ford Range Rove
Heh, but it's hybrid
Listening to Snow Informer here to Bora-Bora
Thoughts black, beard game similar to Freeway
Plus Malik be darts paisley
Two words: Fuck you, pay me
Slay daily, hey baby it's me, Kool AD
With another type, savian, Glover-type
Other-type, Lover-type, life-giver
Wrote it on my iPhone watching soccer, bruh
Bruh I'm not your cu-
Cu- I'm not your bruh
Blood I'm not your cuz
Cuz I'm not your blood
Wodie I'm not you're brodie
Brodie I'm not your wodie
Oh my god, holy fuckin' shit
I really sometimes believe that
I'm the fuckin' shit
My English is circumstantial
Know I've said it before
Like all things already be spoken
Infinite times I rep Oakland
Plus Alameda, plus Hunter's point
Plus Potrero hill, plus Havan, Cuba

Rome, Italy camuchia
Cortona, Corona, Queens, Connecticut
Texas, Nebraska, Mt everest
Grand scheme broke but still ghetto
Rich off white yellow ish redbone-esque
Paper bag full of bricks, racks
In a white Geo Prism
With the, oh my god, in the, in the, in the
Yo the world is a ghetto plus a neo-prison
Spread love to every target in
Your field of vision
Illegal carpets, hella fly regal livin'
One-thousand and one Arabian nights
Night laser white weight esos son
Griboco son night no importa
Yo I'm zonin' in the Twilight
Zone on the sofa es una cosa nostra
Soak the chocha costa a costa
LA to Key Largo
Culturally, you might say that I'm
A child of an embargo
Shout out the Pit Bull, Mellow Man
Ace and B Real kool AD Real
I don't give a fuck how he feel
Me and my sea that's that's real
Fuck dog, I been had three deals
I still say I'm signed to myself
You could get a line with my wealth
Know that I'm divine for your health
Yo I'm a sign in a self
I'm a sound and a sight to see
I'm a creature in the flesh
And I like to free
I'm the type to light you might like to see
I'm too hype you might like to be
Something like me, but just be you
We gonna do us like how we do
Beard like Hebrew
Zipper of the cookies in the see-through
Zip lock bag the kid hot flashin'
Like your boy goin' through menopause
Flow so Ganeshian just like an elephant
Relevant, revolutionary tactics
In facts that's televised hella eyes seen
But the third one saw it three times
And the hieroglyphics shine on the
Wall of the temple
Spit off the phone or the paper
Or the temple if need be
Oshun, Yamaya, Shango, see me
I be the K to the O to the
L to the A to the D vaso de agua
Karma, Chamillionaire type
Cash money millionaire type brazilian hair
Now verterra copa
This ain't a it's a swisher
With the Henny and the Listerine strips
Bitch I listen and I who then I do my thing
Recycle reduce reuse close loops
Mailin' me shoes
And I ain't even throw hoops
I throw truce to they throw coupes
I go hard over loops cause that's
What I'm used to doin'
Bitch I'm so cuckoo they poopooin
No, I'm poopooin' all these
Other cats is doodoo
Kool AD, yo I not what you're used to
True blue, favorite hue Cool
That's gray though
Hella Bay though, catch up like tomato
I don't even even play, though
Do it like I do it every day though
Prolly cause I used to do it every day though
I don't even know what I could even say
Though alameda County, East Bay, Ho!