Oakland Style (Feat. Fm Blue)

[Intro: Too $hort, (Banks) & (Pete)
Hey Banks
(What's up $hort?)
Man, the motherfuckin' album is funky as hell
(Yeah)
All the tracks is laid
(We're hella funky, too)
-Laughter
It's that gin, man, don't trip but uhh
(Shit)
Where Shorty B at, man?
(What's up, what's up?)
Hey Shorty, roll one up, man
We finna shut this motherfucker down, you know?
(Here them papers, Pee Wee)
P
(What up, man?)
We ain't smokin' no blunts, man
We ain't got no cigars
(Aye, where that hen dog at? Y'all ain't drinkin' today?)
(It's in my pocket, nigga, where your shit at?)
That's that Oak, that's that Oakland shit, P
(Yeah, that's that Richmond shit, nigga)
Oh yeah, P ain't from Oakland
He from Richmond, California, y'all
And Richmond niggas'll shoot your ass in a minute
(Shout out to the D for doin' it)
Yeah, see? I knew my partner was gonna get in it
That's right
(Omar, where you at, baby?)
So where that nigga F.M. Blue at, man? Where Blue at?
(I'm out here, blood, what's up with it, man?)
Man, hey Blue, Blue, Blue!
(What?)
You know what to do
(Come with this shit)

Brother brother Blue do the do, yes it's true
Now it can be told 'cause the nigga's comin' through
Hear me out, positives, negatives, here it is
A key to the door to the serious biz
Quick with the gift, not to be fucked with
Excuse the French but the shit's got me quite pissed, B
What shit? This shit that I heard through the grapevine
Word was, I couldn't get mine
Nigga niggaro, don't you know, don't you know?
I pump all the funky flows and just can't you 'cause I flow
Nigga, the life, nothin' to it, listen to me do it
Slick on the lyrical tip, you know you knew it
You can fake the funk with yourself and no one else
Don't bring the shit to me because it's bad for your health
I ain't about jokin', straight outta Oakland
Fuckin' with the B might get your damn neck broken
I'm usually chill, G, yeah, that's true, B
But now I'm tired of these fools dissin' me
They thought I couldn't go, they thought I couldn't flow
Make a motherfuckin' joke in a hip-hop show
'Cause I drop loads in positive modes
Dishin' out info to make the mind grow
So how the fuck do you like me now?
Funkmaster Blue funk it Oakland style

Oakland style
Oakland style

Now I bet niggas didn't think I had a bad side
My nigga Banks, funk the vibe
Enjoy the motherfuckin' ride
'Cause this one here ain't for no kids, black
Right about now, I'm runnin' a motherfuckin' sick act
Outta the O-A-K, city of dope, man
Kickin' the funky D-ness, they call me the fuckin' dope man
Servin' hits that don't miss, keepin' police pissed
Sweatin' a nigga daily and don't be comin' up with shit
But a gang of fat tapes full of bass and rap
The same shit that got your little white kid talkin' black
You feel stupid 'cause there ain't shit you can do
But watch a niggaro slammin' that shit to ride through
Down the Foothill strip, on my way, D.B.'s
Mashin' and smashin', kickin' A.B.B.'s
Young Blue, the F.M., fool
In the words of Dittie the Dane, you know the damn rules
Step the fuck back, let a mack attack a rap
Let your fingers tap, bones clap, 'cause I'm on the map
On the black plastic with the brand new hit
Diss a nigga like this, get your punk ass ripped
'Cause I was born in the West, due to die in the East
Sideways on a bitch and it ain't about peace
'Cause you don't see none where the nigga comes from
Get your gat and do your doin' or your ass gets done
For this one here, I got an attitude, pal
Folks in the house, funk it Oakland style

Oakland style
Oakland style

Produced and juiced by the A-B-Davie D
Crew, fool, Oakland rules
And don't step to the nigga when he doin' the do
'Cause you hit pay dirt if you fuck with me
I'm servin' ass-kickings in the first degree
Basically what this means is I don't give a shit
'Bout a trick-ass critic on the tip of my dick
You can censor this if you wish
Put a sticker on the cover and I'll still clock a grip
'Cause I kick the funky shit and you cannot deal with this
And plus my tongue ain't gotta twist to make a damn hit
I can flow straight and get my point across
Drop a little science, leave your punk ass lost
I was upset so I did this for the suckers
If the shoe fits, you know, you winnin' motherfuckers
And bitches, you can kiss my ass now
I'm gettin' paid funkin' it Oakland style

Yeah, that's how we do it in the Oaktown, baby
F.M. Blue on the microphone
Straight from the Eastside

I'm a player, bitch, Oakland style
They call me Playboy $hort, I know it's been a while
Since the Dangerous Crew took the time to say hello
Motherfuckers makin' money in the ghetto
It's just another day and it's way too real
All my bitches cut, so what? That's how I feel
It's all good, so just make me rich
And get in where you fit in, bitch
While I get high 'cause that's what I do
What about you? Tell me, is it true?
I heard you was through, your ass went broke
Jewelry got pawned and your cars got sold
But in the long run, you got nothin' to prove
Life to me is like the funk and the groove
You gotta get right in where you belong
Find the right mix and then ride the song

Ride it
Oakland style
Bitch