Lyrics City of Oakland - A.C.N.H

Got damn snoop
What the fuck is in this thing
I feel weird man
My brain
Its so

What you talkin bout dog
What you mean little hommie
Play the post when you ball
All these niggas up on me
How you keep that baby face
How you keep it so fresh
And how you keep it look like your vegan
Wish I was like that fresh
Hard times
Flat line
Stay in my lane you see
Boxed in
But I Boxed out
Niggas don't wanna box with me
Don't bend the codes
Don't break the rules
Just stay true to that shit
Stay hope for dope
And let the top open
In the clue you left
From the city of oakland

Damn snoop
I got the scoop
Gimme the rifle
Point it at another hoe
No tow, no horoscope
Got your bitch ringed up
But she a wife L
what a trope
When I act up
Got you actin like a troupe
Stuck me in the ring
Broken wing
Still boxed my way out
Just to bag your bitch in my slides
Check the way that she rides
Play with the balls
A D1 player
Drafted to my team
Just a tight teen
In it first thing
Shes the theme to my daily movie
Bricked up
Cant behoove me
Check my fate
Slayin an 8
It was about 8 o'clock
Got that 12 hour grind
How she gonna wind up
Blowin in the wind
How she wound up bound up
I round up
In the weeds
Plantin seeds
Before a sun rise
So I don't gotta raise a son
Get ya bitch on a beam
Oh it would seem
When I'm seen
Tear a seam
She out here to see men
Just to swallow semen
More than the navy
Drank got me wavy
Lil gin and juice
At the loft
Find a new chick to sit
Move to the loft
Write a new hit
Lotta hot take guys
Know how to take guys
But servin burger and fries
Just watch how we take over
The city of Oakland
The ol coke land
Touch up the streets
Shout out to all my freaks
Got the Newman section bumpin
Like I'm back in the ring bumpin
Clean shave
Lookin sleek
Drawn up
Till I climbed up
Top of the peak
Some more money is all I seek
Ay Snoop
Lemme get another hit shit Dogg