Lil B - East Oakland International lyrics
[Lil B - East Oakland International lyrics]
Still in the cuts with the
Money on the frontline
My life's so real it's
Somethin like the 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 rape
I need that mother fucking cake
I don't celebrate
My birthday is the worst way
If they still rap it must be birthday
Cause I keep getting presents or maybe it's
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 it's 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
Money on the frontline
My life's so real it's
Somethin like the 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 rape
I need that mother fucking cake
I don't celebrate
My birthday is the worst way
If they still rap it must be birthday
Cause I keep getting presents or maybe it's
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 it's 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