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DJ.Fresh, DJ.Fresh, DJ.Fresh
Fresh, fresh!
Jonah!
Shout out to my little ****, Monty, mane
Uh, we ride fast cars, ****
You need to step your game up, boy
You can ask around, I be painting the town
Turn a smile to a frown
Candy root beer brown
While you bleeding the block, I be beating the block
High performance the engine, you **** keeping the stock
You better catch up, boy
While you riding the turtle, I keep a car full of gas
So I be mobbing in turbo
I don't fuck with CDs, cause they end up scratched
I turn the TV deck on and let the iPod slap
15s in the back, 10 hoes on the track
Long as my trap full of crack, my pockets stay full of racks
I know these **** can't stand me cause I stay with that hammy
Eyes big like a kid cause the candy is dandy
Just the purple is lean, but he's still moving mean
**** know what I mean when I holler "the team"
You can mug when you see me, I ain't tripping off them
I'm acting bad cause my car match the whips of my rims
I be painting the town, you can ask around
**** know it was me in these Oakland streets
In these Oakland streets, in these Oakland streets
I be painting the town, I be painting the town
You can ask around
**** know it was me in these Oakland streets
I be painting the town, I be painting the town
You can ask around
**** know it was me in these Oakland streets
Rock it up, fishscale mixed with baking soda
Hit it with the hah!, cool it down, you done made a boulder
Have fun when you're young, you gon be older though
The blower on the hood of my 1967 Nova
Bucket seats on the floor, running big block
I make the whole neighborhood watch like Sundays on FOX
Stewy like the baby from the Family Guy
Roll that weed, smoke it, Town Bidness...butdirabi
I get higher than monkey ass in a palm tree
Butterfinger do jackwad, hit the spot, that V
In the building like, for my **** still
Way before TV and MTV, keep it on the real
On the hype, my car chug like Michael May
Plus the night rider and the Sneak come out at night
But the wheel come out summer
Roof 1 touch T top but the drop dumber
I be painting the town, you can ask around
**** know it was me in these Oakland streets
In these Oakland streets, in these Oakland streets
I be painting the town, I be painting the town
You can ask around
**** know it was me in these Oakland streets
I be painting the town, I be painting the town
You can ask around
**** know it was me in these Oakland streets
Shady!
I be painting the tizzle, riding round with the whistle
It's something so fucking bogey, you're pushing me to the gristle
Macking and mobbing official, I got more stripes than a ref
I know you see me on TV or hear me up in your deck
Bitches is reckless, I ballin, I got em breakin they neck
Know when the money is calling, it's always cash, no checks
Just know your ass is next, watch for the APB
Pills, grapes, and ecstacy: we call it PC&E
Shady, Jonah, and Keak-a, this shit'll blow out your speakers
She casting out for a feature, that mean it cheaper to keep her
I stay gassing you ****, you can ask around
Shady .380, baby, I'm the hottest breath of the town
I know you loving the style and ch-checking my fresh
I be repping the West, shout out to DJ.Fresh
****, you know what it was when I bent the corner
Move mean, gas team, Acorn, California
I be painting the town, you can ask around
**** know it was me in these Oakland streets
In these Oakland streets, in these Oakland streets
I be painting the town, I be painting the town
You can ask around
**** know it was me in these Oakland streets
I be painting the town, I be painting the town
You can ask around
**** know it was me in these Oakland streets
Written by: Jay Jonah, Keak da Sneak, Shady Nate
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