Lyrics The Bay (feat. Turf Talk) - E-40

(Hallway)

We gon' make 'em bring out all the candy toys
This slap right here is hyphy on steroids
Leave it up to me to murk and murder it
It's only right, it got my name written all over it
You know what it is, don't act like you don't know
When it comes to makin' slaps, I'm a pro
You might find me shootin' craps by the sto'
Hully-gully good, I ten or four

75 to a hundred thou' a show
It depends on the size of the venue, I get mo'
Quite the achiever, you'd think that I was po'
'Til I planted a fetti tree and watched it grow
Before I point fingers, I'ma blame myself
I refuse to blame my failures on somebody else
It is what it is and that's pretty much it
You ain't gon' find me throwin' a hissy fit

Gotta watch your back and side, and don't forget your front
These dudes be rollin' they opps up in a blunt
Quick to kick some shit off like a punt
Ain't no referees or no umps
Honey right there, she's cakey like a bakery
She looks like her coochie hella tasty
She knows I'm 'bout my bread, about my pastry
She wanna give me head, her nigga hates me (bitch!)

Forgiatos on the whip (on the whip)
Still gas, brake, dip (still gas, brake, dip)
Knock slidin' through your area (area)
I'm the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T.)
The Bay Area (the Bay Area)

Forgiatos on the whip (on the whip)
Still gas, brake, dip (still gas, brake, dip)
Knock slidin' through your area (area)
I'm the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T.)
The Bay Area (the Bay Area)

The inside of my house look like the Exploratorium
These suckas Capwell like Emporium
If you don't know what that is, Google it
Water give 'em the game, they don't know what to do with it
Growin' up in the octagon was interesting
Promethazines and antihistamines
Alcoholics and addicts sleeping on mattresses
The big homie got clean, now he's an activist

The turfers gon' turf to this, they gon' gig
This is high frequency, this ain't mid
Travel all over the world 'cause I got quid
I might watch the bullfight in Madrid
(Madrid?) Yeah, Mayne
(Where's Madrid?) Spain
You foolish, Mayne, you're the best
And I ain't gon' lie, bruh, you be dressed

How much your outfit cost? (Guess)
(Stay on the gas, Water) Say less
I tried your new wine, I'm impressed
I can't wait to see what you're comin' out with next
Chasin' checks is my expertise, I get Gouda all overseas
I used to sell coca leaf, now it's houses and notaries
Got all kinda entities, S-Corps and got LLCs
Invested in tech early, stay startuppin' companies

Forgiatos on the whip (on the whip)
Still gas, brake, dip (still gas, brake, dip)
Knock slidin' through your area (area)
I'm the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T.)
The Bay Area (the Bay Area)

Forgiatos on the whip (on the whip)
Still gas, brake, dip (still gas, brake, dip)
Knock slidin' through your area (area)
I'm the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T.)
The Bay Area (the Bay Area)