Lyrics That Go - Keak da Sneak
He
just
might
go
all
the
way
Goin
goin,
long
gone
First,
second,
third,
Home
Oakland,
Athletic
fit
ballin
Four
quarters,
nine
innings
im
as
good
as
your
last
winner
Im
grinnin,
caught
up
in
it
doors
open
Ghost
ridin
dope
smokin
when
u
come
to
oakland
Hold
it
down
for
the
bay,
yup
its
a
rap
Run
up
in
the
spot,
can
runnnin
with
tremendo
slap
Move
to
the
Town,
dont
do
nothin
like
warren
sapp
Major
blaps,
discoverin
on
the
map
We
some
pimps,
grab
a
strap
just
like
the
cops
Young
gun,
eets
ts
ts
sts
sts
ts
ts
ts
blow
Open
up
shot,
poppin
my
collar
Cut
throat
people
change
for
the
mighty
dollar
If
you
fakin
now
you
never
been
real,
coward
Goin
60,
runnin
red
lights
and
That
shit
go,
that
go,
that
go,
that
go
That
go,
that
go,
that
go,
that
go
That
shit
go,
that
go,
that
go,
that
go
That
go,
that
go,
that
go,
that
go
I
said
lean
wit
it,
rock,
walk
and
pop
lock
Get
low,
go,
nigga,
go
dumb
dont
stop
Goin
mayne
dont
let
it
Knock
it
out
like
boxin
and
no
sweatin
King
of
the.
nah
i
aint
gotta
tell
ya
Proof
is
in
the
put
in,
stop
buyin
dreams,
we
could
sell
ya
Matter
of
fact,
dude
built
to
last
Hit
fast
like
cash
before
your
ass
even
touch
the
grass
Haul,
gas,
18
dumbalafa
Hyphy
mixed
with
crunk
call
it
criphy
juice
in
our
trunk
Ridin
like
there
aint
no
tomorrow,
blappin
motor
hot
Got
em
stuntin,
shakin
they
dreads
at
the
bus
stop
Talk
to
me
rat,
holla,
man
get
at
me
Clean
pimpin,
let
me
suck
and
twist
em
grape
in
the
fatty
Lean
wit
it,
rock
like
the
Franchise
Boyz
No
choir
time,
not
listenin
or
makin
noise
Young
gun
full
of
huh
playin
with
the
toys
Sukisa
saki
su,
sum
crazy
boy
That
shit
go,
that
go,
that
go,
that
go
That
go,
that
go,
that
go,
that
go
That
shit
go,
that
go,
that
go,
that
go
That
go,
that
go,
that
go,
that
go
That
shit
wet,
then
tell
me
no
warnin
Battery
fully
charged,
all
night
from
this
mornin
One
in
the
house
and
anotherfor
the
car
Repped
Tiger
Woods
beat
30
points
and
the
par
Put
an
egg
your
shoe
baby,
get
far
Dime
piece
brizzle,
oh
for
shizzle,
cater
to
a
star
They
still
call
me,
Chef-Boy-R
with
a
platinum
jar
Doin
all-nighters,
grinnin,
grindin
on
a
chicc
Do
it
back
wudz
he
went
this
nah
that
nigga
went
that
way
Ba
Ba
Ba
Ba
Baayyy,
man
we
do
this
eryday
Let
that
go,
go
somewhere
wit
all
that
Take
this
shit
from
the
tip-top
to
the
way
back
Raised
in
the
Oakland
City,
I
was
born
to
mack
Pimp
talk
from
my
mouth,
words
on
the
track
I
shoulda
handled,
bring
my
money
back
Still
shootin
with
cannon
how
u
wanna
act
That
shit
go,
that
go,
that
go,
that
go
That
go,
that
go,
that
go,
that
go
That
shit
go,
that
go,
that
go,
that
go
That
go,
that
go,
that
go,
that
go
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