Quien
se
atrevio
a
gritar
pendejadas
que
no
sabe
en
que
me
encuentro
yo
aqui
soy
el
unico
que
abla
y
manda
no
me
aga
que
lo
mande
al
panteon
esta
casa
ya
esta
controlada
le
aviento
droga
yo
a
lo
cabron
es
porita
cocaina
fina
por
algo
siempre
sere
el
mejor.
oakland
te
quiero
por
ser
la
cuna
cuna
de
fieras
siempre
sera
el
que
se
mancha
no
sale
vivo
si
no
quiere
que
la
ley
veras
(y
ahi
le
vamos
otra
ves
al
a
gente
de
oakland
california)
esa
calle
de
la
east
martin
la
e
recorido
yo
casi
a
diario
aqui
e
entregado
bastante
coca
y
los
de
droga
se
negosiaron
quemale
llanta
compa
a
es
troca
y
ahi
va
el
sangron
que
ahi
le
voy
que
me
encanta
como
suena
el
cuerno
y
ahorita
lo
voy
a
tronar
yo
(que
suane
compadre)
oakland
te
quiero
por
ser
la
cuna
cuna
de
fieras
siempre
sera
el
que
se
mancha
no
sale
vivo
si
noquieres
que
la
ley
veras
Who
dares
to
shout
nonsense?
You
don't
know
what
I'm
capable
of.
I'm
the
only
one
who
speaks
and
gives
orders
here.
Don't
make
me
send
you
to
the
cemetery.
This
house
is
already
under
control.
I'm
the
one
who
supplies
the
drugs,
my
friend.
It's
pure,
fine
cocaine.
That's
why
I'll
always
be
the
best.
Oakland,
I
love
you
for
being
the
den,
den
of
savages.
Whoever
stains
themselves
will
always
be
the
one
who
doesn't
make
it
out
alive
if
they
don't
want
to
see
the
law.
(And
here
we
go
again,
to
the
people
of
Oakland,
California).
I've
walked
down
that
East
Martin
street
almost
every
day.
I've
delivered
a
lot
of
coke
here,
and
we've
done
some
serious
drug
deals.
Burn
the
tires,
my
friend,
to
that
truck,
and
there
goes
that
smug
bastard.
I
love
the
way
the
horn
sounds,
and
I'm
going
to
blow
it
right
now.
(Let
it
sound,
my
friend).
Oakland,
I
love
you
for
being
the
den,
den
of
savages.
Whoever
stains
themselves
will
always
be
the
one
who
doesn't
make
it
out
alive
if
they
don't
want
to
see
the
law.