More songs by D.C.4000
Description
Extended Family: Dinero Y El Poder
Composer: Blanco N' Nacio
Writer: CC
Lyrics and translation
Original
Welcome to the dub, I'm affiliated thug Nathaniel Zam Bloods, Bay Cats and cuz
Keep doin' it live for 2005 For my homies who died and my homies inside Those prison walls, so Joe give me a call Just took little Rude Boy to the mall That's how we get down with the righteous homies In the O-Town where I throw pounds and hold crowns In these cold streets, you wanna know my hood Then read my gold teeth but keep it understood That I'm OG, still bumpin' oldies Choppin' up game at Goldies with some bad little shorties Wanna come through the motherfuckin' doo-loo Said they heard about Barbeque Grill Studios I love a movie ho and the ones in the videos 'Cause groupies flow, even the sad diddy hoes Oh
Welcome to the big O-W I wanna welcome you to Oakland
Avenue
Welcome to the big O-W
I wanna welcome -you to Oakland Avenue -Cracker Fab crew, rollin' down Northin'
Avenue With my homeboy Drew smokin' dro With the Village, it's the realest shit that you ever heard Since Villainous and I put that on the herb Fill the fuckin'
Kool-Aid, rest in peace Mac Dre I drink Yukon Jack when I fuck a parlay Yukon Jack the next day, catch us at the diner plate Hungry for steak even though I just ate
At the West Coast party 'cause there ain't no party Like a West Rose party 'cause the bitches get naughty Pop that fuckin' nani like your mommy used to And let my homie Ronnie put it in your poop chute It's rude but true, I only come through If you cook some food for me and my crew 'Cause a player gotta do what a player's gotta do Yeah, I'm fuckin' you and your friends fuckin' too, ooh
Welcome to the big O-W I wanna welcome you to Oakland
Avenue Welcome to the big O-W
I wanna welcome you to Oakland Avenue
I been a straight savage, strikin' down Northin' Ave With the.
40 in the bag and the red rag on my head So much blood's been shed, catch a thug in the shed With some bud countin' bread Like a machine, addicted to green Like a dope fiend to motherfuckin' cream Eatin' beans and rice, servin' fiends all night Methamphetamines what the homeboys like Rollin' Kylie fists, hair scoop my skeeter I'm a church traitor, throw up my sneakers On the 7-Y with dogs on the tire Real Westsiders, lighters up your lighter To the fiends off the boat in the streets coppin' hoes
Drive my heat, lock it low, gotta drop a four On the concrete, big homies like
Tommy Kickin' back, smokin' bomb weed in the morning
Welcome to the big O-W I wanna welcome you to
Oakland
Avenue Welcome to the big O-W
I wanna welcome you to Oakland Avenue