Yukmouth - Welcome 2 Da Bay Lyrics

(feat. Mac Dre, Messy Marv, Numbskull)

[Welcome to the Bay! - backround music]

[Messy Mary]
I'm still out here my nigga you can't tell
Still at the kitchen table cuttin down coke to sell
Still grittin, still conductin business through a beeper
With the block up under my sneakers

I'm still in it, still rappin, and still winnin
Still hit the dang spot 300 I'm still spinnin
Still don't rock the mock and linen
Still up in the block hop out and be like

You young niggaz still in the beef
We ride the hot shit and sell records but we still in the streets
All the gangs still come from the west
I'm still sendin a bitch and shootin shit cause...

That monkey still on my back
Man I still gotta have it
Still gonna shit and pee pee on you faggots
We still under the sun
Ask Dre, Yuk and Numb the take over my niggaz

[Chorus: x2]
Yeah put us back on the map bitch
We put crack on the map
Dope fiends get slapped with a bat
Bitch niggaz get capped with a gat
Let um know where they at
Back to back benz'z and lacs
Real mac's pimp bitches on tracks
Real thugs get bitches off crack
While the snitches get whacked
Let um know where they at
Cause...

[Yukmouth:]
The home of the crackola since operation stackola
I've been slappin cowards with the strapola
Roll with the mob and get massed over
You gotta but your slabs of cola from me

The flower boys the mitchell boys nigga
Them Richmond boys Them Frisco boys nigga
Sniffin boy shiftin boy them clickin boys come get embroiled

We ridin old school twos and vogues
Yeah
We ridin 2002's on ho's, and the shoes is old, 22's inforced
All on a bitch we use and lose them ho's
Dippin yokin the strips of Oakland sippin smokin bitches scopin
Wrists is glowin mouth platinum even when my shit was golden
Yukmouth business shit was flowin
Oakland stand up, wave them grams up
Get the keys to Atlanta and hook fam up
In the lam truck I'm the boss
Like Tony Danza with the police scanner

[Chorus]

[Mac Dre:]
Runnin from the blakcs and whites
On hubcaps and whites
Slangin sacks at night down to blast the sight
The Bay Area northern cleavits
Ball caps ace duece gold teeth

From Filmore to the V to the CCC
Pimp niggaz play bitches like mp3s
Land of the nate shrimp and champagne
Fat dank blunts fresh off the plane
Home of the BGF and coomie
Messy Marv, Mac Dre and the Luniz
In Vallejo there's hovers for sell
Young niggaz slangin rocks form there lunch pails

Got me driftin yokin and dippin
In a car from the 60's
When I steer boy I'm gonna yok back
Come out here you might not go back

[Chorus]

[Knumbskull:]
I've been dope since felix, blew weed before 5 on it came
And gave the whole world to me, the payroll and regime is
How the world should be
Our music makes niggaz wish they could be
Like numb like yuk like marv like dre gettin loaded everyday
The Bay got an image that took years to earn
Don't come here to bullshit come here to learn
You think niggaz seperated come see the other
It's three money makin niggaz f*ckin with eachother
I done did it with dre like we some bloods and crips
Better know it the Bay is on some hustlin shit
Who pimp like the Bay, I ain't never seen a sip in the Bay
All I know is gettin chips in the Bay
This Yuk this Marv This Dre I'm Knumb
Representin the Bay nigga F*CK WHERE YOUR FROM

[Chorus]