N.E.W Oakland - Mistah F.A.B., G-Stack, Bavgate

Yeah, yeah, yeah, look

Ay man, it’s your boy Fabby Davis Jr. of the Mac Pack, man

Y’m sayin'?

And, uhh, niggas be hatin' on the Town, mayne

So what I did was put together the bosses from their areas

So we can really show y’all how this shit go, mayne

Look, uh

I got North, got the East, got the West with me

So I suggest you niggas don’t mess wit me

Nigga be cool 'cause you don’t wanna squabble

'Cause we could do the fool but you want a problem

Put that on something, I put that on fathers

Put that on something, I put that on mamas

Put that on something, I put that on grand citas

You run up on me and get your man beat up!

Bushrod, Gaskill, 6-deuce, Goldenville, nigga, it’s trill

Pole boy, I’ll tell you how it feel

High off purple or we thizzin off a pill

You think we square?

We polar bears

You doubt it if you want to but it’s soldiers here

Fabby Davis is the prince of the O

The freestyle king, man, and everybody know

And uh, I is, down with Thizz

Repping the Bay but you know it’s Town Biz

My side been forgot about and that’s what I’m hot about

Niggas they be hating, but pimpin', that’s what it’s not about

It’s about gettin' money, gettin' close to a mill

So I got my niggas from the Ghost and the Ville

You already know so don’t ask what it do

Scraper full of rippas when you see us sliding through

I got North, got the East, got the West with me

So I suggest you niggas don’t mess wit me

Nigga be cool 'cause you don’t wanna squabble

'Cause we could do the fool but you want a problem

Put that on something, I put that on fathers

Put that on something, I put that on mamas

Put that on something, I put that on grand citas

You run up on me and get your man beat up!

We savvin' it, ain’t never having it

You better run in the club when we grabbing it

'Cause we Townin', my niggas stay clownin

36 rounding, my niggas go down and

You gotta all know where I’m from like Robert D

Or like Felix Wayne or like Lil Dee

I’m from the V-I-double-L-A-G-E

You must be deaf and dumb if you ain’t heard of me

G-Stack rise through your hood like yeast

Rolling through the North and the West but I reps that East

When I’m throwing up my hood, they mistake it for peace

'Cause I’m two fingers spreaded 'cause I’m so O. G

And I’m rarely in the club 'cause I’m so lowkey

But I’m all through these streets like you don’t know me

If wasn’t for the hood, what would I be?

Another average motherfucker but I’ll never be a sucka

I got North, got the East, got the West with me

So I suggest you niggas don’t mess wit me

Nigga be cool 'cause you don’t wanna squabble

'Cause we could do the fool but you want a problem

Put that on something, I put that on fathers

Put that on something, I put that on mamas

Put that on something, I put that on grand citas

You run up on me and get your man beat up!

Niggas wanna eat what I eat, wanna take my plate

But I’m Bavgate, the king of the Golden State

I’m a G like khakis and corduroy

I’m a BMR boy, no doy

Hold black pack toys, I ain’t goofy, Leroy

Yeah, I sent the decoy to jack you boy

And you don’t want beef, I’ll spray your convoy

For tryna see B, I’ll take you down, boy

I’m from the West where Huey P. Newton from

Fast like the Autobahn, the feds think I’m Taliban

Four niggas snitched on me like a telethon, shit

Bavgate, right here, back with the Tommy gun

And I’m accurate, homie, like a M-1

I got North, got the East, got the West with me

So I suggest you niggas don’t mess wit me

Nigga be cool 'cause you don’t wanna squabble

'Cause we could do the fool but you want a problem

Put that on something, I put that on fathers

Put that on something, I put that on mamas

Put that on something, I put that on grand citas

You run up on me and get your man beat up!

Yeah, y’all know man

You see, there you have it

Town Bidness at the fullest, mayne

North East West Oakland, mayne

Ya heard?!

Yadadabooboo?!

E-A-Ski, ay big cousin, thank you for the beat, mayne

Know what I’m saying?

Yeah, we fucks wit it… YEE YEE