East Oakland International lyrics

by

Lil B


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 f*cking cake
I dont celebrate, my birthday is the worst way if they still rap
It must be birthday
Cause I keep getting presents or maybe its Christmas I got trees.. in the ceiling, you know what im sayin..
Catch me on international thats my other traphouse, i buy pus*y 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 f*cking block, I meet bosses..
That ship off orders. I meet bosses that front off money
You need a mil? Yeah! b*tch f*ck with me!
You're thirsty b*tch, I'm talking bout a dinner plate
I'll smack you b*tches and i'll smack the dealer

I came from the crack b*tch, 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 b*tch i'll definitely go get em'
Give up my seat, but I can't stand snitchin', won't f*ck me in my ass, cause I'll kill your b*tch 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 f*ck about a charge, n*gga its 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
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